Finally some answered questions!

When I was shopping yesterday after I had written the last blog post, I ran into Mrs. Alexander (you know, the one who's been cavorting around with Christopher) at the supermarket. I asked her about if she knew what happened to Christopher and all she said (and I quote) was,"it's really none of your business, Ethel. But if you must know, Ed and Christopher have been going through a rough patch." I KNOW. I KNOW. That's ALL she said!!! I thought that maybe finally I would get some answers, but noooooo I'm left with another mystery to solve. Won't anyone take pity on this poor old lady?

Wait.

"Going through a rough patch?" Maybe it was Ed after all who inflicted the wound upon Christopher. I never would have guessed! Poor, poor Ed. That child must have just gone too far. I say he deserves everything he got! Banging on doors ceaselessly around the neighbourhood, asking too many questions, taking those stupid midnight walks. I hope one day Christopher will just grow up with finally some sense in him. In my day, we didn't have people like him. If we did, they were just locked up! But times have changed and now there all all these pesky "human rights" laws and such. I say, everyone must fend for themselves in this cold, hard world. Britain must prevail!

Oops. I apologize. I got a little bit carried away there. Maybe I should go and bake to take my mind off these problems.

Bye-bye!

child abuse????

While puttering around in my garden this morning, I saw Christopher leave for school in the bus. Nothing is odd about this except that the boy had a huge plaster on his cheek and a even bigger bruise on it. Now, knowing Christopher's violent tendencies, I would say that he did this to himself but... I'm pretty sure that even he wouldn't do this to himself. That leave the question of (as they said in my day) whodunnit? His own father? I'm pretty sure that Ed (Christopher's father) wouldn't have done it because from what I know of him, he's pretty painter with that child. Maybe the police came back for the murderer? (Aka Christopher) Or a neighbour finally got fed with with all of his banging on doors and talking to and annoying people? So many unanswered questions, so little time...

Sugarplum

Nothing big is planned for today, so I though that I'd post a picture of my cat. Her name is Sugarplum and she's 9 years old. She really doesn't do anything except for sleep and eat, so that's why I suppose that she's a litttllleee on the chubby side. She's terriblely afraid of Mr. Tibbles though. He has a blog too! You can find it here: http://weeklywatcher.blogspot.ca/ except mine is way better and up to date. Ta ta for now!

Prune Juice!

Today, while "surfing" the world wide web, I found out about the most marvellous thing! Prune Juice! This amazing concoction is perfect for all you out there that need more fibre.
You can:

• mix them into your yoghurt

• sprinkle them on your cereal

• stir fry them with some vegetables

• whip them up in fruit smoothies

• toss them into your salad

• puree them for a bruschetta base

• pop them into your pasta sauces or risotto

• bake them on top of pizza

• substitute prune puree for cooking fat

• add them to salsa

Oh, and if case nay of you are wondering, I got my computer fixed!!! Apperently it was smoking because of al the viruses on it. I though that computers couldn't get viruses? Oh well.

There are soooo many more ways out there that you can incorporate prunes into your daily lives that soon you will all be so healthy and purple!

Well, I have to go check on my stupid cat again. She's been scratching at the window for five minutes non-stop.

Bye for now!

hmm...

I can't believe that I forgot to post this sooner! I heard from Ms. Eartherton who heard from Mr. Shoreton who had heard from Mrs. Carthington who had seen the Boone child return home! Why would the police let someone who is CLEARLY  a MURDER back into my the neighbourhood?? I don't  want to always sleep with a gun under my pillow, it just ISN'T safe. But desperate times call for desperate measures, no?

The Boone child (who I think is called "Christopher") has been making rounds around the neighborhood. He knocked on Mrs. Shears house first and they talked (actually it was mostly Mrs. Shears yelling and Christopher talking) and then she SLAMMED the door in his face! Good for her! We don't need to encourage the people of today to think that they can talk to anyone now can we? But then he went over to Mrs. Alexander's house and talked for quite a bit too! And yesterday they even walked to the park together!!!! I don't understand why they are talking but I'm sure that I'll be informed from my sources soon...

Crochet Pattern

Look at this crochet pattern I found today when I was browsing the World Wide Web!

That's the pattern!!!

It looks easy enough for even the beginner crocheter!

I picked up crocheting recently and have begun to consider myself QUITE a pro. I thought that I would share this nice piece for all you out there who are less talented as me :)

Last night at around midnight you would NOT believe what I saw!I was up to watch the re-runs of the late late late show when I saw Mrs. Shears' dog called uhm...erm.. WELLINGTON, yes that's right, DEAD. D E A D as a doornail as we would say in my day, just LYING there in her front yard. It was an absolutely horrifying and disgusting sight and to make matters EVEN worse, a FORK was sticking out of it. I shudder just to even THINK about it. That Boone child who lives down the block had obviously seen this and as I watched he walked over to the dog and pulled the fork out of the dog and HUGGED HIM. A few minutes later, Mrs. Shears must have been watching the late late late show to because she came out, saw the whole catastrophe and started yelling at the asinine child who was STILL holding the dog. While being yelled at, the stupid child dropped the dog, rolled over onto the grass and started groaning. GROANING, I TELL YOU. It was as if he was possessed. Someone called the po po and it all went downhill from there. A policewoman took Mrs. Shears back inside her home while another policeman questioned the Boone child who was definitely not having a cooperative day. He lied down on the grass again and started making sounds that sounded like whale noises.Then, out of the blue he HITS THE POLICEMAN. I KNOW. I'm still surprised at it too. We all knew that he was off, but not that much! The policeman, of course, arrested him (Hallelujah!) and escorted him away to the police station.

That's all I have to say for now. I have to wake up early tomorrow to call the computer person to find out why my computer keeps smoking.
As the french say,
Au revoir!