13 Feb 2012
Hestia and The Valentines Day Card Massacre
It arrived in the post on Saturday morning and to say that he's ecstatic is really playing it down. He's SO excited.
Who could it be from?
Swear to God it's not from me. Nor his gran. *crosses heart, looks sincere*
We suspected that it was from someone off island because the address missed out our town, but included the post code .... and I thought that this omission/inclusion would have been from someone who was copying the address down.
Can you imagine what it's like watching Taggart on the TV with me on the sofa next to you?
The opening credits are just finished rolling and I make my guess 'Him - the charity chugger with the burned neck - it was HIM.'
I iz always right. This fact does not make me happy. It makes me avoid Taggart, Morse and the rest of them like the proverbial dose of the clap. I LOVE it when MY suspect dies twenty seconds before the first commercial break. THEN it gets interesting.
I did this the other night while Juno (my mother) was down visiting. Five days, friends, FIVE DAYS. The visit itself is worth a blog post, but I need to let my stress levels simmer down to Fukishima Radiation levels. Actually, I'm exaggerating. It was fine. But still worth a blog post lemme tell you!
Anyway, I'm digressing...
Sonshine and I carefully peeled the stamp from the envelope to check for initials underneath the stamp (nothing). We scoured all surfaces of the card for any tell-tale biro indentations that might be initials or a clue or ANYTHING.
Man, we were ALL over that correspondence like CSI Glasgow.
There was a little pome inside - typed - cut out and carefully glued in place. But no real clues to the sender....
My Taggart senses were telling me something......
I jotted off a missive on Facebook. Confirmation was received. I know who sent the Valentine.
Well, it was the Charity chugger with the burned neck, of course....
*hisses* you don't think I can tell you HERE, do you? *the WALLS have ears and the 11-year old has EYES*
btw - sorry about the lack of posts. I have been busy elsewhere. With a new blog project. Which you won't be interested in because it's about Tarot. But I'll tell you anyway. It's called THIS Game of Thrones (cos it's aaaaalllll about Tarot Court Cards - which are notoriously hellish to get a grip of).
I have now baked the Claudia Roden lemon and almond cake THREE times and it STILL doesn't look as lovely as Faux Fuchisa's. But that's a blog post for another day too....
Hope that you all had a fablas weekend. Am off to investigate your blogs :-)
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