Stay close to the floor, cat. Nobody will see us. We're out the door! Good job! Now, over the wall . . . look sharp! Oh, no! There's the spotlight! We're caught! The sirens are deafening! Here come the guards! We'll be sent up the river to the Big House!
[Our last morning at the Hope and Glory Inn. The Writer is lingering in the gardens, taking pictures. She doesn't want to leave. I don't blame her. I'll miss relaxing in this nice big chair. I hardly ever have any furniture to myself--Winchester tends to hog every seat. Oh, well. All good things must come to an end.]
This is it! The ennnnd!!!!