There is not much left to say and my tea has almost run dry. The report I’m doing for my uni project is entering its final stages and it will be time to move on and find something else to get involved in.
We made the news here: http://ljmu.ac.uk/NewsUpdate/index_122966.htm
and it all started with a box full of mugs, teas and a cheque for £100. The day I dragged that box home I could feel an intense weight. I put it down on the pavement to rest my arms, but they were still heavy. Only recently has the weight been lifted and I walk into the distance, the mugs now chipped.
As I fade out, a soft sound can be heard. Like a ghost whispering from the woodwork. Oo, it said.