I chatted to my nephew Cameron last night; he brings a big smile to my face. I told him the night before, when he informed me he that he had new fish and recently that one had died, and that his creatures always die. He said that wasn’t true, so I reminded him of his guinea pig.
He said, ‘He didn’t die I gave him away’
‘Yes, but he committed suicide’
‘How’s that then?’
‘The fox that ate the rabbits was full; the Guinea pig said to the fox, hey what about me…. The fox looked at him and yawned, but I’m full oh guinea pig… The Guinea pig screwed up his face and squealed…. The fox yawned about to make his way off the playground… The Guinea pig jumped for it, right into the fox’s mouth - end of story’
‘I never know if I should believe you Gaga’
‘It’s true, I have proof’
‘How?’
‘I have a note he wrote’
‘Guinea pigs don’t write’
‘Oh yes they do if you don’t give them those big long pens that make them topple over, you have to give them bookie pens or Ikea pencils, then they are OK and they can clutch them with their claws…’
‘Oh right, can I see it’
‘Yes I can scan it in at work and show you’
‘Just bring it in on Monday then…’
‘OK, I will’
The following day, Cameron received a text message.
Cameron, don’t worry, I am OK, and I don’t blame you. I am happy here, love guinea pig”
He called me to tell me. I said, yup I had the same text message. The ‘posh lady, who spoke as he put it, said he was ok. I said ‘yes he told me that too, I think she was the only way he could get through…’
I had to come clean when Cameron told me he felt a shiver and wanted to know why Grandma didn’t contact him that way instead of in dreams. I told him I was messing about. We laughed about it, chatted about his tent and left it at that.
I had first aid most the day yesterday. I was dripping wet in the evening from sweat and heat. Yuck. I am glad we did it though, me, Mon and Weezy passed. That’s out of the way, now ofsted and the core funding application form. Then I can relax.
I ate too much today, I had three bagels, rice, cauliflower, and 2 of those tasteless cod frozen pieces. I also had a bowl of yoghurt and frozen fruit which was nice and popcorn with nothing on it. Yum. Now I have nothing much left really. Oh dear.
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