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Belated Innocent World tea party coordinate. It was a challenge to dress up an older IW print (I usually wear it fairly simply). I decided to add flowers that I had bought in Japan, my favourite tapestry boots and was lucky enough to pick up a mossmarchen pendant the day before! 


An Autumn Morning by Angelika Hörschläger
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Dawn raids on Sheffield Street Trees

We are shocked to hear the news that Sheffield City Council contractors have carried out a pre-dawn raid on Rustlings Road and removed eight mature trees.

We are told that Police were present and arrested three local residents. This is but the latest incident in a three year programme by the Council which has involved the removal of over 4,000 street trees across the city: that’s more than 10% of the total street tree population.

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Crash and Burn

Morse had been completely stressed out for an entire week. 

Work was difficult; there was a string of both regular desk work and cases that pulled him between the office and the streets and woodlands of Oxford. He was working long hours, barely eating and sleeping. Certainly, he did try to nibble, just to keep himself from aching too badly or feeling too fatigued, and certainly he’d caught a few winks here and there, but his levels of stress were mounting. He felt completely wound up, so much so that he was afraid to talk to Norah, for fear he’d trigger her. But not being able to vent his frustrations when he really needed to only made it worse, and soon, his head pounded with constant stress headaches.

The Friday of a completely trying week, Morse felt defeated. He was so entirely revved up that his body began to ache from tenseness. He was thin again, his cheekbones sharp angles that especially stood out when his face was framed in shadow. Worse yet, he was having a hard time keeping all of his emotions bottled up, so that he felt he might snap at any moment. He was currently working on a write-up of the latest case, a stress headache looming in the back of his skull. His fingers attacked the keyboard of his typewriter and, jaw set, he looked more determined than anxious.