Otis has decided to hibernate early this year, and so my outing to Nottingham took place on my own. I was very privileged to stay at the Mables with Mr. and Mrs and Little Mable. When Little Mable was even littler - so Mrs Mable tells me - the family moved house, and little Mable was so overwhelmed by the amount of rooms he said to his Mummy; "now you and Daddy don't have to share anymore!!!"
I was more than happy to spend a day in the wonderful city, becoming a chocolate utopian, drinking new tea in a hippie tea place, seeing lots of vintage shops and listening in to people's conversations, talking to strange strangers and discovering that I'm just as strange, and pondering where I'll be in the future now that Otis has decided to hibernate earlier.
Obviously, his hibernation didn't last long; I have just arrived back, and as I was tiptoing into my room (he was perched on the wardrobe), he peeked a look at me through one of his eyes. I guess he must have thought that I wasn't looking, or he didn't care that I'd seen, because he closed it slowly and when I tried speaking to him just didn't respond. Then I turned my attention to unpacking, and he sighed deeply and said, "You're back then." and plodded to the top shelf of the bookshelf, where he's been watching me ever since. I usually talk to myself anyway, so I've been rattling off my thoughts, and he doesn't seem impressed (I've been considering voting myself as Prime Minister in the next election but think it's probably not worth risking making promises about chocolate and then not being able to implement them; not only would I lose the trust of my people, but it would also be of no great benefit to myself!).
Anyway, I think before I go I'd like to mention that more spies have been exposed and there seems to be a pattern - most dads 50+ who disguise themselves as business people/ normal men who do office work for 'normal' companies are usually not what they seem! So beware folks, you may be surrounded by spies. Whether for your safety or not, I'm not sure, but will definitely keep you posted!
Good night for now, sweet dreams!
Monday 22 October 2012
Tuesday 9 October 2012
Shaun
Otis and I went home over the weekend. We have many homes, that's because we have many families and get bored very easily with bathrooms. But one of our favourite homes is where there's lots of nature and sheep and hills. This weekend, we weren't disappointed. We had the joy of seeing Dylan and meeting his Awesome Person, and then we all went for a walk along the moors. When we reached the top we stopped to have a drink, and the world was a good place which was nice because I had begun to get grumpy and fed up with walking in the freezing cold. As we walked back, we passed a lot of sheep and they all stood there staring at us, chewing gum or whatever it is they chew, as if they were the king of their castle. I really wasn't impressed by them; thought they were chavy, but they must have taken a liking to us, as two days later, they appeared at the doorstep (please see picture)!
Don't worry, I didn't let them in, especially not that Shaun, I hear he's a rioter and trouble-maker and I don't trust him an inch! Otis on the other hand is quite charmed by the sheep, he said he was locked out the house one night by accident (I did tell him to be back BEFORE the moon came out!), and so he flew around for ages, looking for the ruins of his old uncle Gerbert's house, who was supposedly a bit of a celebrity around home in his time. The Settlers have never heard of him though, and Otis never found the house, but as he flew over the moors, he made friends with a few of the sheep and is very likely to fly back within the next week. He was a bit sad to go back to our other home, as was I, but we are both very happy that we have lots of homes and can make friends with all the sheep across Britain.
While we were home with the Settlers, I received some news from the King (of Scotland that is). One of his tenants has been trying to conquer the throne. I shouldn't really be telling you this as it's all top secret and what-not, but I don't suppose you'll remember much of this anyway, if you're reading it in the first place, as I'm sure you have a lot more exciting things to do. And if you are bored enough to be reading this, then be reassured that I am very grateful you are and you are an absolutely amazing reader and wonderful because of it! Anyway, I know the King isn't a spy, I checked, but I need to be careful with some other people as they are definitely spies. I don't think the Tenant is a spy, he is far too comfortable, but you never know.
And so the lesson for today is; beware who you say what to! I've been analysing the sheep picture and have come to the conclusion that one of them is a spy. My plans of further action have been established, but I will not release them on here, someone might just remember it.
Have a good week, and stay lovely.
Don't worry, I didn't let them in, especially not that Shaun, I hear he's a rioter and trouble-maker and I don't trust him an inch! Otis on the other hand is quite charmed by the sheep, he said he was locked out the house one night by accident (I did tell him to be back BEFORE the moon came out!), and so he flew around for ages, looking for the ruins of his old uncle Gerbert's house, who was supposedly a bit of a celebrity around home in his time. The Settlers have never heard of him though, and Otis never found the house, but as he flew over the moors, he made friends with a few of the sheep and is very likely to fly back within the next week. He was a bit sad to go back to our other home, as was I, but we are both very happy that we have lots of homes and can make friends with all the sheep across Britain.
While we were home with the Settlers, I received some news from the King (of Scotland that is). One of his tenants has been trying to conquer the throne. I shouldn't really be telling you this as it's all top secret and what-not, but I don't suppose you'll remember much of this anyway, if you're reading it in the first place, as I'm sure you have a lot more exciting things to do. And if you are bored enough to be reading this, then be reassured that I am very grateful you are and you are an absolutely amazing reader and wonderful because of it! Anyway, I know the King isn't a spy, I checked, but I need to be careful with some other people as they are definitely spies. I don't think the Tenant is a spy, he is far too comfortable, but you never know.
And so the lesson for today is; beware who you say what to! I've been analysing the sheep picture and have come to the conclusion that one of them is a spy. My plans of further action have been established, but I will not release them on here, someone might just remember it.
Have a good week, and stay lovely.
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