The Paper Round.
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The Paper Round It was an exceptionally cold morning. Not a good time to be doing a paper round. I stopped walking at the end of my drive and looked up the hill to where I was to deliver my papers. There was a slight dusting of frost along the tops of the fences but the road remained dull and wet. Soggy leaves were gathered at the side of the kerb creating a layer of squelchy slush. The lamposts were still slightly glowing and the sky was a light grey, lit up by the hidden sun. As I began walking along the path, I looked around at the surrounding gardens. A brisk wind rattled the trees, sending a cascading stream of leaves, like a golden waterfall, onto the damp, puddle covered street. The ground beneath a large horse chestnut tree was covered in broken conker shells and the occasional conker. A squirrel bounded out...

