And so, in the morning, a mystery we did stumble upon. Along the landing lay five or six leaves. Placed almost perfectly in line. How did they get there? Was this an alien visitation? A communication left by a people from a distant galaxy? Perhaps a dormant force of ancient lay-lines and magics from a time forgotten had been awaken by the removal men? Or the elves playing a childlike prank? What could it all mean?
As we struggled for meaning in the complex patterns of leaves the answer suddenly became clear. Blindingly obvious in fact. How could we have missed it? - as Wobbles the cat proudly wobbled (as only she can) up the stairs and onto the landing to deliver another of her gifts of leaf. With the mystery solved, like Holmes and Watson, we retired to the drawing room for morning coffee. With the dogs lounging in front of the roaring log fire, Mrs Hudson served us the richly dark brew and offered up the most sumptuous chocolate brownies for our delectation - no hang on, that was Sherlock...
PS You might be able to tell that I didn't manage any training tonight.
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