Just caught a stinking cold. Been tracking the blighter for days. First got wind of it last Tuesday, running wild
“But doctor, what about this voice in my head?” “Stress, Mr Carson. I’m going to give you a sick note
The instructions had been clear – ‘Load your cases onto a trolley. Then, with the castle on the hill to
Go on, you know you want to. What harm will it do? Look at those pretzels. Don’t they smell yummy!
“Remember.” I whispered, “We walk across the bridge, dead quiet, not a whisper. Got it? And no stopping for a