I was also happy to finally start breaking into this little group of Craigs. We held the draft on the day before the football season started. Not ever...one could meet so we did it online. I was 5th in the group of 8. My team looked pretty competitive, but in an 8 team league, everyone's team is competitive. Craig said he thinks I did a good job and will be tough to beat. I smiled and turned red again. Lately, Craig's words of praise always brought a smile to my face. We went to bed that night. “No, I’m supposed to be here another half an hour,” Ernie replied with a smile. He believed that Dan was afraid of firing a black and getting labeled as a racist. He was convinced that one day soon Dan would let him sit in a corner all day and pay him to do nothing.“Go now,” Dan said pointing to the door. Ernie shuffled towards the door at a slow pace intended to eat up as much time as possible. Dan watched him while shaking his head in disgust.“He doesn’t want to work for you,” Granny Parker. We would both regularly meet up through a week, but this particular weekend I ended up at hers and Phil’s place. “Come over this weekend if you like. We really need to sort the shed out and replace some panels and shelving; your help would be so much appreciated.” Me being me and Nat being a good friend, I would always say yes. Around came Saturday and I arrived mid-morning, finding them both in the garden. “Philip’s going to be doing some work in the garden while we work in the shed, is. He had made a request of her and now her acquiescence was only a few centimetres from his fingers. His tongue unconsciously ran along his lower lip as his index discovered the delicate dentelle within.Jack had a long-standing love affair with documentaries, especially about the natural world. He always quickly identified with parallels drawn with wild animals. He especially considered the olfactory system to be hors pair, and despite evolution's best efforts to do away with a sense no longer.