It's all fun and games until somebody loses an eye

Tssss... I can never think of what to comment on here.

But I do love this blog. I really do.


Go on...


It's so obviously Professor Plum, in the dining room, with the candlestick!


Call.



Call.


Call, call, call...

I say call.


What an intriguing mystery- I can't wait for the next instalment- but how are you going to get 'Z's phone number??

And a most entertaining blog you have here Girlonatrain, I just found you via Looby (who is a man on a train) and would echo JonnyB's thoughts above!


I'd like to add my voice to those who say this is an excellent blog.

I don't always understand what's it about, but that only adds to the enjoyment. I think.


Hear hear to all of the above, and keep on rocking (and writing) Girl!


Blimey.

Thanks everyone.
Feel a bit shy now.

I said nothing. I called. I am not much wiser, but think it is going to be an ongoing case of workplace histrionics.


Say something now, though! Was she found? Still with her coat on? And her shoes?


In your own time.


She was found.
In her coat and shoes.
She was cajoled back to the office.
She was shown into the little interview room, and then various people were brought in for private audiences.

There was a lot of muttering behind closed doors.

I don't think we've got to the bottom of it yet, but she's on holiday for now.




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