Hello Everybody, how are you? I have to admit I’m a bit worn out this week. The little houses have not been behaving themselves terribly well and that kind of thing takes its toll on a girl. Especially if she’s of a certain age… So this morning let’s treat ourselves to unlimited chocolate soup and cinnamon swirls and enjoy the fact that today’s naughty piece of work has not been granted bail…
Living on the Edge 202; The Stirling…
Despite the best efforts of a fair few rehabilitation programmes, nothing had changed Viggo’s behaviour. He was naturally malevolent. It was a kind of inverted super power. He just couldn’t help himself. As a magnet attracts iron filings so Viggo attracted trouble.
No one was safe from the mayhem he caused. He would carefully select a spoon from his growing collection and stir up custom-made strife. His latest caper had landed him behind bars. Having stolen the wings of a dove, (don’t try to conjure up a mental image here, dear reader. I cannot begin to describe Viggo’s wickedness), this crime was simply a means to an end for him. Next, he had used silk, cement and brass hinges to attach the wings to his own back. Satisfied that they’d hold firm, he then launched himself skyward in order to burgle his neighbours below. Fortunately, his wicked plot was foiled and he was arrested, found guilty at trial and thrown into jail.
He wasn’t letting his incarceration get him down though. His mind was already at work on his next plan… How to escape using his spoons, some boot polish and a dollop of good old fashioned charm… xxx
PS… Very soon I will be opening my online shop where Viggo and a few of his small acquaintances will be for sale… I will keep you posted. Have a splendid weekend xxx
