Why on earth the boss would leave me in his office as the stand-in Editor while he is off on the Variety Club bash, answering his emails and ensuring the paper goes out on time is certainly beyond me. The prankster in me is busting to play some sort of joke on him; glue his stationary to the desk, hide some important papers, or at the very least change his screensaver to something embarrassing. Alas, I must be satisfied with a silly poem, and ode to Mr Polkinghorne, letting him know that he is never far from our thoughts, and to give him just a tinge of anxiety about leaving myself and Ashlyn alone….

Distracted by the clutter on his desk,