Happily Ever After
Life in The Rural Retreat with a beautiful wife, three cats, garden wildlife, a camera, a computer – and increasing amounts about running
An Inspector Calls
by admin - 20:44 on 09 September 2011
Life has been remarkably uneventful for the past few days – not helped by my return to toil at GNoME HQ – so the knock at the rain-splattered door this afternoon (a rare event at the isolated Rural Retreat) was a break from routine.
I opened up to find two youthful hoodies (hoods down), chests emblazoned with sporting logos. One held a clipboard. No ties, so definitely not Jehovah's Witnesses; maybe sixth formers from the high school seeking sponsorship, I guessed
Mr Clipboard flashed some ID so quickly there was no chance to read it then revealed that he and his oppo were from the police station and keen to know the whereabouts of the Montague family, in particular the male, teenage part of it.
Not schoolboys then.
I answered as best I could, which was not much, then they drove away in their unmarked sedan, leaving no clue about how the Montagues could help with their inquiries. Most intriguing.
Matchgirl was not surprised to hear that the boys not in blue were pursuing Teenage Montague: she'd been wary of him ever since she caught him aiming a kick at Bess, who'd been sauntering blamelessly through her own garden. Maybe justice has finally caught up with him.
Snappery Update: The Pentax has seen woefully little use of late. The Bushnell, however, has been busy recording infra red video clips of Mrs Marten eating and clambering around The Nutella Tree. An edited compilation will appear on YouTube in the fullness of time.
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