In 1983 the Thompson Twins were on the lookout, perhaps for the missing plural consonant at the end of their UK number 7 hit. This alphabet catastrophe was just the latest in a set of misdemeanours for the group. None of their members were alas called Thompson, they were not by any means twins (3?) and to top it all, were not even related.
Such intrigues! What better way however, to introduce the peculiar happenings in Whangaparaoa this afternoon.
Having performed a swift "mini-vacuum", (just like a thorough spring clean, but quicker and less exhaustive), it was time for a spot of lunch. As the autumn sun's rays filtered through the clouds, the garden provided an enticing haven to enjoy a sandwich. As I tucked in heartily, I noticed from the corner of my eye a glimpse of gingery orange from nearby. It appeared to be our enormous ginger cat, Jinsy, sitting in foliage and silently staring at me. This is not new, for he often hides and stares, like one of Emil's detectives....
Lunch was soon over, followed by a nap, but there was no movement from the Orange Overseer hidden in the foliage.
"Jinsy" I called. No affectionate mew in retort, just quiet immobility.
He had become the silent sentinel.
This was most odd, and quite un-Jinsylike. This warranted investigation.
There was similarly no movement as I approached... "Jinsy" I called again.
Perhaps he was stuck, but then why no movement?
As I grew nearer and my eyes focused better I first gasped, and then giggled..
Instead of a noble feline warrior stalking his prey, I had been the unwitting victim of a newly placed terracotta pot.
Next time I must remember to take my glasses into the garden.
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