More time tonight to write, sorry last
night was all very stressful; too much to do in a limited time.
Today has been very grey, so not only has
the ghost writer endured the curse of the grey office so has everyone else, even
if we were not in offices, but alas it is the time of year. The only good is
that discussing the weather is a great British tradition and so we were all
saying oooooo its very grey and damp.
One thing that has
resulted as a result of the damp grey day is that the Thirty Foot Steam Powered
Alien Robot has returned home this evening. It does not like living in the
woods in the damp with the autumn leaves falling on him and the occasional
rambler screaming and badgers nibbling his cables in the evening. And he has a
family of young Ferrets to look after now after accidently becoming pregnant in
the school playground when Rogers
Anyway it has set up home
in the Pit of Doom at the end of the garden with the Grumbling Child in it.
Ironically he has not grumbled (the child not the Robot) and thinks the baby
Steam Powered Ferrets are very cute, well it just goes to show you can never
judge people from their appearance. We might leave them behind when we move
house as dad says they appear to all be very happy down in the Pit of Doom and
the new people will never notice the huge scary Pit of Doom. Mum said IDIOT, I
tend to agree with that I think they might notice the hole and the big sign
saying BEWARE THE PIT of DOOM and a family of Stream Powered Ferrets, a Thirty Foot
Steam Powered Alien Robot with a death ray and a Grumbling Child.
Talking of Grumbling
children in the gymnasium this afternoon during the Physical Education lesson
Esmeralda stacked all four hundred safety mats in a pile and stuck a large bag
of Peat under it and said that she was unable to sleep on it because of the
lumps and was obviously a princess. The teacher was going to tell her that it
was not a bag of peat but should be a pea but after the incident with the
Physics teacher we all thought if best to just agree with her; after all you
can grow peas in a bag of peat so she is sort of right.
As it happens Roger and
his ferret missed the school bus home tonight because they fell asleep on the
pile of four hundred safety mats so I have learnt today that neither Roger or
his Ferret are Princesses. And that it is a bad move to let Esmeralda knight
you even in a pretend re-enactment of Kind Arthur of the Round Table with a
sharp heavy poker in the school playground.
Just in case anyone is
wondering I made the poker in metalwork.
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