Hello. The football has started. Daley has informed me that I apparently own fifteen percent of a Chelsea and I have a box as well. A strange week all in all, young Harrison has grown a moustache-I knew I shouldn't have had the Private Investigators party.
If I had known Magnum was that popular I would of set up a lip hair shop. Well Daley ran out of his room as soon as the sausage plate was out dressed as Quincy.
We had four Sherlocks, two Lansburys, one Columbo(who I still believe was Gordon Brown lost off his head) and several people claiming to be CSI (who all had an irritating habit of putting sticky tape on the wotsits).
The problems started when I mentioned that my favourite cup had gone missing and Daley brought out his blue orange drink-Chaos is not a long enough word for it.
People were everywhere, rummaging through cupboards, under sofas, in the bath (noticed the imperial leather went down a storm). Not a sign of the cup or the sausage plate, they did find seven unused earl grey bags and a tin of sardines, out of date.
Harrison saved his moustache-even if it does have a blue tinge, for the rest of the week, he also made a trip to the bee castle. Claimed that he found another God radio, he also said he lost it in the pond. Anyway he did find a new gallery to borrow from.
Lime poster from the US Must have words with him and Daley about watching map of the day when my programmes are on. Heard that the Lime Stories have gone in for a professional check, Bodie or Doyle is looking at it.c
