Mist Rain Truth and Sadness

Finally the weather changed it warmed up a little, I say a little because it is at least the other side of freezing now, but very misty wet and dark, so all in all the weather is still rubbish. I noticed this morning that people are starting to vanish, even the ghost writer who is here and groaning said at his office most of the people had vanish, the security man at the main entrance to the Ghost Writers office said they had all vanished off on the Christmas holidays.  But that can’t be right as all the schools have to stay open until the end of next week. It is a tradition in Britain that the schools break up months before anyone else and that all us kids are bored silly by the time our parents get time off work. So Myself the dog and the Ghost Writer are working on the assumption that the aliens are going to sneak the end of the world on us so that we don’t notice. It will finally end with an elderly couple living on the outskirts of Swindon saying to one another I haven’t seen Doris for a couple of days, before both of them and their cat suddenly vanish leaving Planet Earth empty ready for re-colonization by the aliens and huge space gulls.

There is an old saying that goes Truth is Stranger than Fiction  . . . . . . . . Well not here its not ………

 Sadly the truth can also be very cruel, sad and unkind. I still fail to understand why humans can do terrible things to other humans, as I have said on many occasions the outcome of our actions are never predictable and it would be good if we all did our best to help each other rather than destroy each other.

While on the subject of truth, the Ghost Writer has told me it was his works Christmas party today, he always likes going to the works Christmas party because they do like to do a secret Santa. But as the presents were handed out and they got down to the last two presents it was suddenly realised that everyone had a secret Santa present except the Ghost Writer. As it happens the Ghost Writer said he did not mind because he knows I always get him something really interesting . . . . . . . . . . . .AH I knew there was someone I am meant to buy a present for, I must try and remember before Christmas day.

OK I need to run off again before writing about all the events of my day but they were not very exciting events and the small explosion only made a small whole in the school roof. And little Roger did manage to accidently jam the Physics teachers 4X4 in the corridor to the hall but they man from the RAC says if they dismantle it a bit they will have it back on the road by the middle of next week.