23 and 24 September 2015
It seemed to me my three days off passed far too quickly and, in a flash, it was time to go back to work. It wasn’t a thought I relished. To say I dragged my heels on the walk along the river would be an understatement. If I’d moved any slower I’d have been walking backwards. On the boardwalk I stopped for a long time looking out over the mirror like calm of the river watching the gentle glow of the coming dawn slowly creep across the inky blue water. I think I even saw a fish. My stomach was in a knot at the thought of what lay ahead and my mind was fuzzy from lack of sleep. Continue reading Enough is enough