More WSH

Frances heard footsteps over the recption today, in the stock room. She thought it was me, it wasn't. I went to change a light bulb, switched off the power, to find the emergency lights were on. The switch for them is in reception, no one had touched it (to tell the truth no one actually knows which switch it is anyway-I'm the only one who does the tests...) I went to unlock the tower. The door I had locked the night before was unlocked. The slit window was broken, the hammer from the fire exit door lay on the steps above the window, but lower than the actual fire gate. Glass was on the sill inside, yet the window was pushed out. There were no footsteps on the flower beds outside.... In all, some really weird shit was happening this morning, we just couldn't explain it. The joys of working in a Medieval building, we're very lucky to experience these things, even if a little spooked (to say the least!...)

Sandy bacon frazzles

Not sure whether he will be an installation artist or a quantity surveyor, it matters not as long as he's happy...I just wish he wouldn't use my asparagus fern as flags!