Off the Island, into the Mainland Wilderness -- Monday, 11/08.
There was definitely something in the air today; Angua could smell it. And she could tell by the lurid nature of its colours that, whatever it was, it was something she very firmly wanted nothing to do with. It would just be very, very bad.
So she hoped, by getting off the island for a while in a form that could easily outrun the pollen when she caught a whiff of its colour, she could easily avoid it. She may have already used up all of her vacation days, but, somehow, she didn't think Vimes would mind too terribly if she wasn't around much.
[[ Establishy unless you're hightailing it into the woods, too! And NFB since most of it's off island anyway, la ]]
So she hoped, by getting off the island for a while in a form that could easily outrun the pollen when she caught a whiff of its colour, she could easily avoid it. She may have already used up all of her vacation days, but, somehow, she didn't think Vimes would mind too terribly if she wasn't around much.
[[ Establishy unless you're hightailing it into the woods, too! And NFB since most of it's off island anyway, la ]]