At it Again!

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I mean that I am burning the midnight oil, silly!

I couldn’t go to bed without checking my computer and one thing lead to another.
Now my conscience is attacking me so it is time for a confession.

I am afraid I may have harmed a poor innocent little creature that seemed to regard our garden as its home. NO, not Howard! I haven’t seen him since I sprinkled crumbled moth balls as prescribed all around the places he left his calling cards. My CRIME is far worse! If you are of a very nervous, sensitive disposition then click off…NOW!

OK brace yourselves for this awful tale of woe!
Once upon a time we had a dear little if rather slimy friend who was becoming so familiar with us he/she didn’t hop out of the way quickly when we happened to draw near. I grew to love the tiny creep though I can’t say I could have kissed him/her no matter what the reward might have been. Maybe blown a kiss or two.

I may have mentioned somewhere that I am in charge of watering the pots that contain acid loving plants which are all marked with yellow labels that stand for
“Keep off Roy.” Also there are several clematis and other plants that grow directly in the earthy beds so I also get to feed them with the wonder drug from time to time.

Hankies ready?

Well, two evenings ago I was swinging the watering can with gay abandon over a group of aforementioned plants and encouraging them to flourish with precise words to that effect. Shock horror when one of the large stones arranged around the base of one of them to keep the roots cool (you see I know about these things) suddenly jumped in the air! It didn’t land back in its place but disappeared in a flash! Oh dear.

Off I went boo hooing to Roy to ask him to join in the search and rescue but he thought I was rather overplaying my hand.
“How much do you think he got dowsed with?” he asked. “About half a gallon?”

“No, no!” I replied, appalled at the thought. “But he/she did get sprinkled with the stuff and it says on the box do not let it touch your skin but if it does, by accident, wash it off straight away.”

We spent some time looking here and there but not a sign of him/her. I think I shall have to choose a name such as Jack, not so much for Jumpimg Jack as Natterjack for that is what I believe it may be. Look at the pictures and see what you think. They were taken a few days ago.

No sightings yet to date. Can you wonder that I can’t sleep? I walk around wringing my hands like Lady Macbeth, crying, “What? Will these hands ne’er be clean? Who would have thought he’d have so much blood in him?”

Oh cancel that last bit, I didn’t spill a drop of it, just got carried away in my grief………Do they have blood? I never got to cut up anything other than plants in biology and even then I was squeamish.

Remind me to tell you about my trips round the Forensic Science Lab at Old Scotland Yard and the gruesome sights in the Royal College of Surgeons Museum.

Night night, don’t have nightmares. As if anyone is still up at this hour……01:30

This is your story teller, the woman in black, (well actually a floral nightie) but it sounded like Valentine Dyall that some of you may remember on the radio
many moons ago.
Simplylyn

• 17 Jun, 2009
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