I'm off to Essex tomorrow to help run a schools rocketry competition. Tonight I've been packing all the equipment I need to take. There was a big pile of kit on the garage floor: scales, tools, launch pad, fire buckets, stop watches.... Did I say stop watches? I can only see one. After an exhaustive search of the garage I decided to take a break and start afresh. Then I noticed some chewed bits of a stop watch box in the kitchen. Following the trail of cardboard I found Holly in her bed holding the remains of the box, complete with stop watch. She must have sneaked into the garage and lifted it off the pile without my noticing. The intact watch is now safely locked in my flight box.
