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Thursday of Droppings
Well that was a day. I started it by chatting on instagram Mystory about the errors I've made in throwing things out, and ended up home an hour early with a G&T in the garden.
A few weeks ago I had a mouse visit my desk drawers. I had to empty contents into a box and have the drawers disinfected. Following this bit by bit I emptied the box and put my papers etc back into the drawers. All but a few pieces I didn't know what to do with . As it turns out someone else did, to the surprise of me!
On arrival at the office on Thursday I found
I pondered this event for a while,
I also worked, I answered emails and after a couple of hours I went to make a cuppa. I did wonder who wanted my rubbish, and not the box, nor the 'dropping ' for that matter.
On return to my desk with my tea I found
So in fear that the culprit hadn't noticed the dropping
Well good deed done I settled back into work.
At 3 pm ish
At 3.50 ish
So I caught a train thinking a fine example of anything having uses, even a mouse dropping.
OK full disclosure, there was a powercut across the town. Our office decided it was a health and safety hazard as a fire alarm wouldn't work without power so they sent us home. Still, it could so easily have been the 'dropping. '
After that I sat in the garden in the sunshine with a lovely and unexpected G&T.