Is that what you call Neil and Simon now?
No, darling more like.
Funny thing whilst reading this, the front door bell rings. (now this is the first front door as we have two to keep the riff raff out.)
plain clothes policeman with warrant card in hand, I'm thinking bugger what have I done now, was it the 130 I was doing on the A23, anyway after exchanging niceties it seems that one of our neighbours was robbed in the early hours of the morning and another had someone rifle there garden shed, did I hear anything.
Well after being at the Sussex meet I was a bit tired and slept for many hours and didn't apart from a car bonnet slamming at 4.30.
He wanted to look around my back garden for a RED handbag, so we have a look and a chat, find nothing exchange pleasantries and walk back into the side road, now this is where I have my cunning plan to play Sherlock Holmes, I look over my front wall and then pull out the RED bag along with a lot of credit cards that were on show. A bit of hand shaking, ( he wasn't a Freemason) and off he goes to return the RED handbag, to I hope will be a young lady very willing to give Hugo a big wet smacker on the cheek (not hoping too much) for finding it.