wednesday mornings in fruit towers are like...

...a busy day on the Marie Celeste.

Caroline and Radek are nowhere to be seen.

But the evidence in the kitchen suggests there are people in the building.

 

Somewhere.

Comments

[Ruth]

I own that exact same spoon! Well I never!

[Elizabeth Ewing]

I see you have a phone box. Might I suggest a nice, old-fasioned blue police box? You would then be considered a truly flexible employer, allowing folk to arrange their own times to suit themselves. But only if Matt Smith or David Tennant are around, I suppose. Drat.