Well I don’t know what’s going on but my caravan has been stolen … not the brown snow stuff, but definitely my caravan. I went out into that part of the living room that is given over to all things Nigey to get in it (well, it is more of a flat pack these days) this morning and it wasn’t there … at all. I’m not sure how anyone could have come in to pinch it without me noticing … but there it was, or rather, wasn’t. And other stuff of mine is missing as well! Boxes, my favourite paper bags that are no longer anything like paper bags, my convertible … oh wait, I’ve just found that on the couch … and let me check that stringey thing is still with us … yes, there he is at the food bowl where I left him in the wee small hours of the morning. So what on earth is happening around here? I wonder if the Mummies are missing anything too. I’ll go and have a look in the bedroom and office in a minute but let me just have a look in the kitchen – M Kaz will be devastated if her new coffee-making machine is gone – especially before she has a chance to work on foam art No, all good, that’s still there, together with the Aldi one … what on earth are they going to do with two coffee machines?!? I can remember a time when we only drank tea at home because everyone liked going out to coffee shops too much to have a coffee machine at home! Next they’ll be experimenting with different blends. Zarraffas has been mentioned.
Now, let me see if anything else is gone … nope, doesn’t look like it … and none of the missing stuff is theirs – it’s all mine. Oh no … my poly inserts from the new coffee machine box are gone … and the box! This is not good Mummies, not good at all … in fact, best I go and wake them up so they know.
Nigella ... 