So after a restless last night, I thought I’d try get this done by 11pm.
PC Edwards entered the second bedroom, he found the bed partially unmade. Old clothes in plies around the bed, wardrobe open with clothes hanging out. Schaw apeared at the door, anyone else here?
Then sweep for drugs and I’ll see you in the lounge.
The Dc walked into the lounge, there were uniforms milling in and out of the room and kitchen, on the couch was the monk and the man from the bathroom. Chris was just about to begin questioning the felons, when there was a shout from the kitchen.
Following the commotion he found Sergeant Owens at the top of the cellar door.
Morning, this was delayed due to being a father, Henry would not settle so I only had time to do this
So yawn and must try harder
For they shall come ,
They shall come,
Over land, air or by sea
Powered by feet, horse or engineering
Come, they shall
Steady they are to keep up there March.
In the land of Nagiryu, is the mountain range Tenganchi, stands the monastery of an ancient order of monks. They where famed for their esoteric learnings and were said to have the ability to control time. You may say that they were Timelords but reader this is Nagiryu not Gallifary. That is a fictitious place, but I digress, the monastery is sat in a V shaped valley split over a waterfall, connected by a stone bridge spanning the Abyss waterfall. At the centre of the granite bridge was a marble disc on it is a symbol. Easily understand to all at one level but the legends say the disc is just a plaque to remind the monks of why, how and who founded their order.
The east side of the monastery campus is the training complex. This dojo for want of word is a beautiful decorated building covered in murals of past masters from the dawn of the order. The north wall has the kamidana on it with the ususal ornaments. Candles, salt, water, figure, rice, mirror and temple. In the south the god of the temple is drawn..
The snow had been falling since 11pm the previous night, from the piles on the windowsill were about six inxhes. The view from his window was winter wonderland shame it was spring and the second week in april.
He liked the snow, smiled thinking good a work from home day, there was feint click he turned to his left and lifted the kettle of is base and poured the water into the waiting coffeepot. Turning back to the window, watching a coal tit feeding on the bird table. The bird was pecking at the seeds, with such an intensity that it gave the impression the poor creature had not eaten for months.
Reaching out with his lefthand he slowly and firmly pushed the plunger on the coffee pot down. Taking a mug from the sink, lifted the pot and poured it into the mug. Setting the pot down as he lifted the mug to his mouth. That first brew of the day was always the best, turn 180 on the spot he walked out the kitchen, turned left and opened his study’s door.
Walking to his desk he flicked the pc monitor on, sat in his comfortable office chair. He setvhis mug firmly on the slate beer mat. He began the day……