.. what gets left on the plate?Sunny side up was the cats favorite leftover. The buttered oven browned, thymed potatoes were well received for a few m...nths. The capers weren’t ... in anything. Kippers ... not so much either, I loved them but the girls? Another tidbit for the cats.What eventually became my staple breakfast were Omelets. Omelets allowed me all manner of leeway. Crumbled sausage, bacon, mushrooms, red and green bell peppers, diced. Jalapeño in moderation, and cheese ... whatever. .. again. Perhaps someone was sending him a message?Chrissie didn't get far along the footpath, just far enough to be out of sight and earshot of the houses. It was cool and with the wind, though it was from the south-west, a little uncomfortable, so she clambered down the bank, checked the tune of her guitar and began to pick out some Tarega. Soon she was lost in the thrall of the music, escaping her emotional discomfort.She gave a squeak when she was touched on the shoulder and her reverie. He suddenly realised that a rush of blood was starting to run through him.As they entered the hotel lobby, Jack instantly noticed the long strip of 'Out of Order' tape stuck to the doors of the elevator. The reception desk was long since closed and the foyer was silent. "Alexa…I hope you’re feeling energetic still…we’ve got a long walk ahead" Jack quipped as he pointed at the now-redundant lift. Alexa giggled, "Oh great! Typical! Only six floors to go hey!"They entered the stairwell and started. I am an above average student so I didn’t have any trouble getting placed in a company. After graduation once I entered my industry, everything was as I expected and nothing otherwise. The male female ratio in my company was almost 60:1. Days began to run I was in the quality team, and my role was supposed interact with customers and analyse the field complaints and provide proper solutions to the customer. Most of the time I used to get bombarded by the customers as I was new but later I.