Rowan Tree and Red Thread

I'm watching a programme on BBC showing artificial insemination techniques for endangered species. A well-spoken German man has just wanked an elephant by prostate stimulation (fisting his arse to the casual observer) and then flown across the USA with about 300 mls of elephant semen in a box. The TSA wanted to know if the liquid was likely to be dangerous or used for terrorist acts.

Well...

Yesterday at lunch in the coffee room at work, one of my workmates commented on my hands. "You have real priest's hands," she said. I was taken aback. What sort of hands do priests have? Holy hands? Soft, work-shy hands? Stern, justice serving hands?

Anyway, everyone knows I have the hands of a surgeon. I keep them in a drawer next to the pianist's hands in a jar.

This morning I came out of the house to find the car running. It was unlocked, the keys were in the ignition and the engine was running. It must have been running for a while as it read nearly empty. I don't if it was filled it up yesterday or not. If not there was about a quarter tank.

sammywol is certain that she locked it yesterday when we got in from work about 5.30. Did she drop the keys and someone else open the car? If so why start the engine? Did someone drive it away and put it back? I'm disturbed.

I wouldn't swear to it but I think the engine was off yesterday when we went into the house.

While walking along writing this on my Blackberry I've managed to step in a puddle. I now have a wet sock. I hope the day improves from here.