A Life in the Day of Nixdown Nixon - The Woody Back to School Unit

A Life in the Day of Nixdown Nixonmany dreamy and eventful nights in the dark recessesof the castle.Victoria finally stops bustling about and pullsher black blazer out of the closet. I go over andfasten the top two buttons of her shirt and knot hertie correctly. She smiles and pulls on her blazer.“I guess we’d better fawkin’ cut along,” shedrawls.I love potty-mouthed aristocrats.We are cutting across the quadrangle in thedirection of the Grand Masters quarters when Debscatches us up. She slips her arm into mine and startsto prattle on about some new gadget that she hasthat she wears on her wrist while she is running andmonitors all manner of her critical functions. She isstill on an endorphin rush and despite the fact I haveno idea what she is talking about I know that there isno hope of stopping her. Deborah is notorious for herpersistence in delivering her opinions andobservations. I catch Victoria’s eye and we exchangea wink. In a few moments Debs will just run out ofsteam and by the time we reach the Grand Master’squarters she will be prepared to start her day in therole of Victoria’s deputy.Over the last few days there have rumors onthe gossvine that Victoria is considering standingdown as Red-shirt and handing over the reins toDebs.Although I count her amongst my closestchums my relationship with Deborah Morton hasoccasionally been fractious. I am sometimes accused