What an atrocious day. The weather is an absolute nightmare. Rain. Wind. Cold. It even feels darker.
About ten o’clock this morning there was a knock on Lorainne’s front door. It was a little lost girl. Well, I say girl, she’s about 19 years old. Lorainne brings this drowned rat through to the office, makes her a cup of tea, and says that I can get her sorted. Continue reading