Closing the safe door quietly and with an expert spin of the dial, the black-clad woman straightened up, slinging the grip with her haul over her shoulder. She stood listening intently before moving towards the office door. Again, she waited, her ears straining, before gently prizing the door open and stepping silently into the corridor of darkened offices; she eased the door closed, calculating she had barely two minutes before the night-watchman made his rounds, trying the doors and checking the building was secure.
Those of you who kindly visit with me here on a regular basis will know the saga of the fall down my sister’s stairs Boxing Day 2012 and the damage done to my shoulder and collar-bone as a result. You will have heard how I have been waiting all year for a series of operations to mend the broken shoulder (rotary cuff) and […]