Yet Another Part of my Daily Walk

The Current Mrs Creel continued decorating the living room, so I put in a sick note and took myself off for a walk round the deep and sticky, even murky, littoral strip of the parish.  I nearly walked past Irene and Mike and after some light as a feather banter I asked them into HQ for a briefing.  It was good to see them. 


Never put a chicken in a centrifuge, if the recipe insists, substitute with Art Sutter.