Fog this morning. Beautiful fog.
I love the closeness of a foggy winter morning, the sounds and the look of trees. The only time I did not like to see fog was when there was a crazy junction on the way to school. On really foggy mornings it felt like a risky game turning right onto a busy main road. Now there is a roundabout.
During staff briefing today I was leaning against a wall full of leaflets and notices. As I intently listened to the notices my eyes drifted to a little magazine beside me; A booklet explaining all the different types of tarmac and asphalt used on the roads or Northern Ireland. Life is random sometimes.
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