I ended my last post with the question "What next?".. well, here's the answer.
Wandering into the garage about a week ago i noticed a huge bar of Fruit & Nut ontop of the fridge, my dad buys this purposely knowing i won't eat it due to the raisins (fruit of the devil!) and he can therefore have it all to himself. Noticing it was open, i thought it was a little strange he'd left it out, not whacking it in the fridge like he normally does.
I thought nothing more of it.
Last weekend (yesterday), the car looking like i'd just taken part in the Dakar Rally, i decided to give it a wash. Popping into the garage to get the relevant shampoos, brushes, sponges, cloths etc etc i notice the chocolate that was on the fridge, is now just an empty packet with a few crumbs left.. again, i don't seem to think anything of it until mentioning this to the (assumed) culprit. After accusing my dad of "eating the whole fcking pack!" he looked at me saying "a whole packet of what?" with a puzzled look on his face. I tell him of the massive block of chocolate in the garage, which worryingly, he knew nothing about...
Somewhere in a dark corner of the garage lies the world's fattest mouse (hopefully), otherwise the garage could look like a scene from Arachnophobia in a few weeks time, and my blog will become somewhat quieter.. either that or that cheeky fcking pigeon has found its way into the garage! Maybe that's how it ended up with the weightwatchers midriff.
Wandering into the garage about a week ago i noticed a huge bar of Fruit & Nut ontop of the fridge, my dad buys this purposely knowing i won't eat it due to the raisins (fruit of the devil!) and he can therefore have it all to himself. Noticing it was open, i thought it was a little strange he'd left it out, not whacking it in the fridge like he normally does.
I thought nothing more of it.
Last weekend (yesterday), the car looking like i'd just taken part in the Dakar Rally, i decided to give it a wash. Popping into the garage to get the relevant shampoos, brushes, sponges, cloths etc etc i notice the chocolate that was on the fridge, is now just an empty packet with a few crumbs left.. again, i don't seem to think anything of it until mentioning this to the (assumed) culprit. After accusing my dad of "eating the whole fcking pack!" he looked at me saying "a whole packet of what?" with a puzzled look on his face. I tell him of the massive block of chocolate in the garage, which worryingly, he knew nothing about...
Somewhere in a dark corner of the garage lies the world's fattest mouse (hopefully), otherwise the garage could look like a scene from Arachnophobia in a few weeks time, and my blog will become somewhat quieter.. either that or that cheeky fcking pigeon has found its way into the garage! Maybe that's how it ended up with the weightwatchers midriff.
I may need to get McGuigan in on a stakeout.. to be continued.
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