Good day Bloggets. It’s so sunny and mild, an yet in the air
outside I did feel dampness setting in, I just pray it’s not raining, snowing
or icy tomorrow as we must go to town.
Just seen my friend on her lunch break from school, haha, no
she’s not a child, she works there. She is my drug to have a happy day. Wished
we lived closer though she is so busy in life, never stops. No wonder she is so
slim.
I woke up today and as I entered the kitchen, always
thinking, heck, what on earth am I going to find, then remembered that I made
Teens lunch last night, so we didn’t have a bombsite to discover this morning.
Normally he makes his lunch before college. It’s all a hurry and apologies from
him. As I find tuna cans on the worktops and a pan with dry stuck on rice empty
sauce jars and so on. Not to say anything about his breakfast dishes.
Just been in his room to retrieve some of the family’s
crockery. A glass, cup plate, dish and a knife and fork, oh, also my kitchen
scissors and sticky tape.
He has lost the keys to the house. His keys. So now he has
none to the house. This will be hard for him in the future if we go away, as he
will not be able to stay here. I’m not giving him another set. I know why he
lost them. I also know who’s partly to blame. Another reason why he’s not
getting a new key cut.
Last time he left his keys in the front door. The person who
drove him off knew about it saw them, but didn’t feel it necessary to tell him
to remove them. Luckily then, I was aware of his mood. The mood he is always in
when she is waiting for him. So I checked the door. There they were, waiting
for any passer-by to remove them and break in or not even bother to break, just
unlock the door and walk in. Well, no more.
So where are these keys? Hmm. Not good, right?
Before her, he never ever lost anything or was ever so careless,
but he gets in such states.
He has a driving lesson tonight. I’m glad another one in the
dark; let’s see how he does tonight, after last week he had a near miss. He
said it was because it was dark. I still do worry about him having my eye
condition. He just won’t get his eyes
tested. What can I do, he is too old for me to take him. I pray he will be okay
and it’s just his age and lacking of concentration.
My friend and I were talking as she told me about someone
she knows a friend of her Sons. We said we are lucky, our lads are good kids.
Don’t get involved with drugs or smoking and mine is not even a regular
drinker. He does when he goes out to town, but that is rare. He’s out tomorrow
evening, but only because he feels he has to. Why? Not sure. The girl is not
even his friend; it’s a friend of the person he will go out with.
Hub is really doing well on a diet he is on. He has totally
cut out chocolate. Not that he ate that much, but he did and he would have the
odd bag of crisps. No more, even bread he has cut down.
I wish I had his willpower.
I’m proud of him as he will live longer if he has that on
his map.
Oh now for a true story about a place I used to live.
Really, my friend told me this story a few weeks ago and I find it so
interesting, until she told me something else about the area, then detective
Fifi, put two and two together and got four, having said that, my four has not
been proven yet, so I may be wrong. But she told me that the small round about
where they live has been cut down by the council. All of the shrubs have now
gone. All that is left is soil, waiting for spring flowers or something to be
planted. Possibly not spring, but some kind of plants.
Anyway, every night the roundabout, which is what we have in
the middle of our roads, has had a visitor. Not the normal nocturnal neighbours
who gather, like foxes and rabbits, but a human form.
One that is leaving fresh fruit and vegetables on the soil.
Hehehe, when she told me this, I really was intrigued.
“Why? What and who?
Well, it is a mystery. The first night there were carrots
all tops up, dug into the soil. Then they were removed and a pineapple was put
there, then a tub of plums. Cabbage another night and one evening, a tin of
peas and wait for it?
Are you ready?
Waiting?
A scarecrow
Hahahahahaha.
Hah?
Well, it’s been in the local newspapers and it remains a
mystery.
So, where do I get my four from?
Well, the fruit and vegetables are fresh and they are
removed each evening to make way for other produce. Oh and there have been
little notes left too!
One note read
“Starve the locals”
Hehehehehe
A little sick don’t you think? Well, the local grocery shop
is closing down. Hmm. Now you may have my two plus two?
Have you got to the same four as me? Well, as I say, I might
be wrong, it wouldn’t be the first time, but, I think it is a member of staff
who knows they are losing their job. It’s their way of protesting and I think
they are steeling the produce as it’s not cheap. But would you like to eat it
after being on the road for 24 hours? Not me that’s for sure.
When I hear who is responsible for this action, I shall let
you know. I think the local news was going to send someone on lookout.
Okay, off to read the news now, I will be back with some
different headlines to the norm. Until later with love.
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