Gushing water and Arks to the loss of their leader Robin Rare finds life not so plain sailing. The staff are showing signs of loosing it big time and there is not much Robin can do except carry on as normal.

Here is just one snippet:

The afternoon drew to a close as all stared out and low and behold it was raining again.

“Are those fence posts nailed down firmly this time?” Dirk asked Welshy and got a firm nod in the affirmative.

“Riveted down myself; no freak show can get those off now.”

“Summers coming, the mornings are getting brighter!” Marie came in with.

“The sun was up when I came in.” Robin replied as he caught the cursory look off the others.

“That's because you work the late morning shifts, you donut.” David clipped him round the head and wished he hadn't.

“I wouldn't do that again; the lice might get you.”

“It's dandruff Dirk, not lice.” Marie corrected as she tapped her man on the bottom and saw him squirm.

“And those are his piles!” Dirk grinned as he felt in some strange way he had made his point about the hygiene of one rare piece.

“Nice raining again.” Mary commented as she came up on the others as they stood by the entrance getting slowly damp.

Dirk turned around and grinned; “Best to put your bag over your head.”

“Gee thanks.” The woman mumbled.

“I meant as an umbrella; not to hide your features which are well mature in years.”

“Ahhh!”

“What did I say now?” Dirk replies as they all walk off; “Hey it's the truth!” before putting a rain hat over his well groomed hair and taking a solo walk to the bus.

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