Owner: Larry Leek, Cyber Geek URL:http://www.larryleek.blogspot.com Join Date: Thu, 01 Mar 2007 12:35:06 -0600 Rating:0 Site Description: Larry's blog is the only thing in the world that listens to him, his sister Miv thinks he is terminally weird and he has accidentally dyed his hair pink. How can Larry get from Planet Geek to Planet Cool without being beaten up by the class bully Lennox? Site statistics:Click here
Chinese New Year (of the Geek) 2007-02-28 19:09:00 Only ten days late but Mr Hopgood, my teacher, got his dates mixed up on the class calendar.We spent the day making Chinese
lanterns, paper masks, cooking and eating noodles and writing the word Fu for Good Luck on a banner. I made a really good dragon mask with red and gold paint.This year is the Year of the Boar or Pig. Boars are reliable and honest but a bit boring.I heard Lennox the Bully whisper to Ryan Thompson that there was probably a thirteenth Year of the Geek
for people like me. Ditto. There should be a Year of the Thug for people like Lennox!I was born in 1996. I am a Rat. I am charming, cultured and a good writer.Miv is a Rooster. She is outspoken and proud.Mum is a Sheep. She is artistic and a worrier. Mum works in insurance how can that be artistic?I don't know what Year Dad is. I forgot what year he was born. Come to that I can't remember his birthday either. I will have to ask Miv in case I miss it.Fat Bob is a Monkey. Mum bought him three years ago. Monkeys are supp Read more:Chinese New Year
Compulsory Gardening Club 2007-02-27 20:10:00 The joys of spring: Compulsory Gardening
Club in the school greenhouse every Tuesday lunchtime with Frankenstein the caretaker. Eighteen whole weeks of sowing marigold seeds and planting potatoes in the veg patch behind the science mobile. BORING!Frankenstein is at least a hundred years old. He wears these big clumpy boots. I think they're hob-nail boots or something, like they used to wear hundreds of years ago, probably when he was at school when Queen Victoria was on the throne. He tucks his trousers into his socks. He's deaf, even though he's got the biggest rubbery earlobes I have ever seen. When you ask him a question he cups a hand behind his ear and goes, 'Eh? Speak up boy,' in a voice that could shatter glass faster than a sonic boom. And he hates children.It was raining this lunchtime so we had to stay in the greenhouse and plant broad beans in pots with our names on. Frankenstein made the usual joke about my name. Ha! Ha! So funny!Lennox the Bully thinks he's hilarious Read more:Compulsory Gardening Club
Non-Specific Digestive Disorder 2007-02-24 18:01:00 Dad didn't take me and Miv out today.Instead I went with Mum to the vets. We took Fat Bob to see Mr Clipper about his stomach.It is eighteen days since Fat Bob brought Mr Purefoy's slipper home and he has been unwell for sixteen of them. (Fat Bob not Mr Purefoy). The last two days he has hardly eaten. Mum has been tempting him with fresh chicken and fish instead of his tins. Yesterday, all he ate was 10 prawns, 2 chicken fillets and a fish stick.Mr Clipper prodded Fat Bob's enormous furry belly and asked if he had eaten anything 'unusual' recently. I kept my fingers crossed while Mum said, 'Only his usual two cans of Kitekat a day.'When Mr Clipper said Mum was overfeeding Fat Bob she replied, 'Don't I know it. If I knew he was going to eat this much when I bought him from the Jolly Ark Pet Shop I would have taken him back for a refund.'I think she was joking. Fat Bob had his 'little lost kitten' look on his face which he seems to think is appealing. It would be if Fat Bob w Read more:Specific
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Wednesday's Child 2007-02-21 19:45:00 Wednesday's child is full of woe.I am full of woe because my hair is still pink. (I am also full of microwave lasagne - Miv cooked tea; Mum is working late.)I don't know what industrial strength chemicals they put in girl's hair mousse but whatever they are they should be banned under the Geneva Convention. I have washed my hair every morning and evening since the disaster on Monday morning and its still pink!Today was the third lunchtime I have spent helping Mr Hopgood with his birdwatching spreadsheets and all because I am too scared to venture out into the playground where I will the laughing stock of the whole school. I caught two receptions kids sniggering behind my back this morning in assembly. I was tempted to report the matter to the Head but I will rise above petty acts of revenge. Meanwhile, I am resigned to lunchtime spreadsheets until my hair returns to its normal ginger colour.Mum hasn't noticed yet; she is too busy.Lennox the Bully has gone from calling me 'Leek the Read more:Wednesday
Pink Hair Day 2007-02-19 21:12:00 The darkest of dark dark days.I have pink hair. I HAVE PINK HAIR!The shame of baby pants is nothing to the total and utter embarrassment of pink OAP rinse hair.This is how it happened.7.30am. My Thomas the Tank Engine alarm clock goes off.7.35am. I get out of bed.7.36am. I get back in bed; it's really cold.7.37am. Mum starts shouting outside my door. 'Get up Larry or I'll feed your breakfast to Fat Bob.'7.38am. Mum goes downstairs.7.44am. Mum comes back upstairs. This time she opens the door and shouts, 'Larry, if you don't get up . . .' She looks harassed.7.45am. I get up.7.46am. I go to the bathroom.7.47am. I have a pee.7.48am. I decide I would look better if my hair was in a mohican like Alex from class 6W.7.49am. Mum shouts up the stairs that she's leaving for work.7.50am. I find a can of Miv's hair mousse on top of the bathroom cabinet.7.51am. I squirt a blob of mousse onto the top of my head and work it into a mohican.8.01am. Miv
Valentine's Day 2007-02-14 19:24:00 Miv is in a sulk because she only got two cards - one from Mum and the one she always sends herself.Dad never remembers. I don't think there are any post boxes on the Planet of No Return.Mum makes up for it though. She even sends one to Fat Bob every year. His had a picture of a (girl?) cat on the front sitting in the middle of some primroses.I also got two cards. One with a cartoon of a soppy looking girl holding a bunch of flowers on the front with an even soppier verse inside - the usual from Mum. She wrote a question mark underneath the verse but spoilt it by addressing the card to 'Larrykins'.The other card has a picture of an orangutan on the front. The verse inside reads,Roses are redViolets are blueFat Bob smellsAnd so do you.This is from someone who is studying Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet at school. Miv didn't even try to disguise her handwriting.Mum was really pleased with the one I made her. I downloaded some Star Wars clip art of Chewbacca fighting a storm trooper a Read more:Valentine
Flu 2007-02-12 17:03:00 Just my luck, the first day of the holiday I get flu.Saturday morning I woke up feeling as if Lennox Hardy had beaten me up. I knew this couldn't be true as I had spent Friday outside in the snow in our back garden, nowhere near school or Chantilly Court where Lennox the Lump lives. My throat was swollen, my head was on fire and I felt cold and shivery all over.Course, Mum didn't believe me at first. She starts shouting outside my door at 8.35am. The sound was like a road drill going through my ears, or Mr Hopgood when he's getting excited about spreadsheets in class. Mum shouts, 'Get up Larry or you'll be late for Dad.' Saturday is the day Dad zooms in from the Planet of No Return to take me and Miv out.Ten minutes later Mum bursts into my room, takes one look at my face then bursts out again to get the thermometer. Why is she always in a hurry? Even at the weekend she rushes around doing housework like the Tasmanian Devil. I can't see what the fuss is all about. My room is al
Half-term Hooray! 2007-02-09 20:55:00 Brilliant day.School closed because of the snow. (I checked the schools website first thing this morning.) No Lennox Hardy for a whole ten days!Mum had to go to work as usual. I think she was a bit miffed she couldn't stay at home. She left a long list of instructions about what to eat for lunch, what not to touch, who not to let round. Honestly, anyone would think this was the first time we had been left alone in the house. The truth is me and Miv spend more time at home in a week than Mum does in a whole month.Made snowangels in the garden with Miv, then Miv complained of the cold and went in. I was just putting the finishing touches to my snowman when Miv stormed out in a temper. Using the sort of language to make a snowman blush, she snatched her best beanie hat off its head saying I had stretched it.Mr Purefoy was looking out of his window. I hope he can't lip read or Miv is done for. He's sure to tell Mum.More tomorrow.
Snow, snow, Snow. 2007-02-08 15:11:00 Sent home early from school at lunchtime today because of the snow. Yippee!At morning break Lennox called me 'Baby Pants' and threw a hard snowball at my head. It hit me on the ear and stung for ages. Mrs Harboard, who was on playground duty, saw him and marched him off to the Head. Ha! Ha! Ha! Serves him right.After we got sent home I had to go to Wolsey High to meet Miv. This is another reason why I should have my own key - to stop me getting hypothermia everyday.Had a brilliant snowball fight at the Rec on the way home. Miv can be really nice when she wants to be.Only one more day of school left until half term.Please let it snow tomorrow.
Aeroplane Underpants 2007-02-07 18:17:00 Day of shame. I bet no one in Year 6 is still wearing the same underpants they had when they started in reception class. Mum refuses to buy me anything new until I grow out of the old. I've had these underpants since I was five! They have got little red, blue, and yellow aeroplanes on. Lennox Hardy oggled them in swimming club this afternoon while I was getting changed under my towel and they were round my feet.Lennox whooped, 'Ooooh! Look at the baby pants!' Before I could stop him, he grabbed them, ran out of the changing room and flung them into the pool. They floated on the surface of the water just long enough for Mr Hopgood to spot them. He fished them out on the end of the pole the lifeguards use to rescue drowning people with. They dangled on the end of this hook while Mr Hopgood boomed, 'To whom does this garment belong? Step forwards and claim thy panteloons.'He thinks he's so funny. All of 6H fell about laughing.Then he said, 'Is no one brave enough to claim this garm Read more:Aeroplane
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Planet Cool 2007-02-06 20:55:00 Planet Cool - a zillion, trillion, million miles from Planet Larry. That's where I want to be.Instead, I'm stuck at no.2 Plover Close, home to the Leek family (or at least three quarters of it).Miv is on Planet Cool - naturally. It wouldn't dare not let her on. She's a green belt in karate.Alex - he's in my year at St.Clements - is on Planet Cool. He's got a mohican. Well, a little one. Mohicans are sort of banned at school.In fact, everyone at my school (apart from the teachers and Frankenstein the caretaker) is cooler than me.So, the question is, how to get from Planet Larry to Planet Cool in three easy steps?Miv says I should enroll at Cool School. But then when I ask her for the address she gives me one of her looks that say I am being terminally weird, so perhaps she is joking. But for one moment I really believed there was such a place. I had a vision of myself standing on the front steps of Cool School with my graduation diploma, sunlight glinting off my teeth.Fat Bob has
Welcome to Planet Larry - Population 1 2007-02-05 18:43:00 Hi thereMy name is 'Larry
kins', 'I Can't Believe You're My Brother' or 'Leek the Geek', depending on who's calling me. My real name is Larry Leek, but no one hardly ever calls me that.'Larrykins' is what Mum calls me sometimes when she forgets I'm not a baby anymore. She goes all mushy and talks to me in a yukky voice. It's sort of nice but embarrassing at the same time. When she's mad it's plain Larry. Mum works in insurance.Miv is my sister. She's 3 years older than me. She's in Year 9 at Wolsey High School.She has long straight hair with a pink streak down one side. How she gets away with it beats me.When Miv is talking to me she says things like, 'I can't believe you're my brother. You must have been adopted.'. But that's impossible; I've got the family hair - ginger. Mum calls it strawberry blond, but that's just because it's from her side of the family. If it was Dad's side it would definitely be ginger.By the way, Miv is short for Elizabeth. Don't ask Read more:Welcome
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Secret Agent Leek 2007-03-03 17:40:00 TOP SECRETClassified Information.Target : Kids Club, Odeon cinema.Mission : To view the film Stormbreaker at 1100 hours on Saturday, 3rd March 2007; Observe self-defence techniques; Deploy techniques against Arch Enemy Lennox the Bully.Agent
assigned : Larry Leek 0010.Debrief : Full report to Intelligence Chief Fat Bob at 1700 hours at HQ Leek, 2 Plover Close.Equipment : Medium popcorn combo; Note pad and Bic pen; Packet of Kitty Bits for the Chief.Dad took me and Miv to the cinema today. The Kids Club was showing Stormbreaker.Brilliant film. Even Miv enjoyed it. Its about a teenage boy called Alex Rider whose uncle is a spy. His uncle is assassinated on a mission and MI6 asks Alex to take over his uncle's mission. There is a brilliant bit where Alex Rider beats up about fifty thugs at a car breaker's yard using Kung Fu and a bit of old rope. I also liked the bit where the baddie Nadia Vole is electrocuted by a giant Portuguese Man o'War. I thought that bi Read more:Secret Agent
Karate Doh! 2007-03-05 21:21:00 I will never ever never ever go to a karate class again!I've always known I have no rhythm; I have two left feet. Tonight I discovered I have two left hands!The nightmare started at 6.30pm in the local Methodist church hall. Miv let me borrow her karate gi (a suit is called a gi for some reason - pronounced gee for those of you who are sane). Miv is about a foot taller than me. I had to roll the legs and the sleeves up three times. I looked like a pillow case with feet.Miv walked me to the hall giving me instructions all the way. I think she thought I might embarrass her. 'Sensei means teacher. Don't forget to bow to Sensei Thomas.'I had a brief mental image of bowing to Mr Hopgood every time I went into the classroom at school which I banished to the file 'Not in a Million'.'And don't forget to bow when you enter the dojo.' The do-what? And so she went on until we got to the church hall.Inside the hall there were about twenty pillow cases running round in circles. This, Miv t Read more:Karate
Stuck for Words 2007-03-06 22:45:00 I have just spent the entire evening in a cupboard.I would have got out sooner if Mum and Miv hadn't been late back from No.4's Pamper Party.It all started when I typed Harry Houdini into Wikipedia.Harry Houdini was born Erik Weisz in Budapest, Hungary in 1874. He died of appendicitis on October 31st 1926.I don't have a straitjacket but I squeezed into the cupboard in my cabin bed anyway.The door has a sticky lock.I spent two and a half hours calling for help. I would have kicked my way out but my knees were wedged under my chin. Luckily there is a gap at the top of the door so I had oxygen.Miv was typically unsympathetic when she wrenched the door open. 'You stupid [unbloggable],' she said.It may be some time before I can straighten up. Read more:Stuck
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Award Winning Poem 2007-03-07 17:37:00 Today I won a Merit Certificate for my poem about spring that we did in class last week. The Head presented it to me in assembly this afternoon.Here is the poem:(It is in free verse.) (It doesn't rhyme so don't complain if you don't think it is a traditional poem because it isn't. Its modern.)SpringSpring is surprising.It springs into action in MarchAnd surprises us with daffodils.Yellow is the colour of springAnd green.Yellow chicks running through green grass.Small creatures emerge from their hidey-holesAnd blink in the sunshine.Timid crocuses push up through the brown soilLike tiny green spears -The vanguard of summer.Birds sing in the spring airOn bare branches.I'm glad to be alive in springBecause it is always surprising.Lennox the Bully said poetry was for gays but he is just jealous because he didn't get a certificate. And his poem was rubbish. He can't even spell daffodil.More anon. Read more:Award
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Dead Meat 2007-03-09 21:20:00 I have two days left to live.Mr Hopgood asked me to stay behind after school today. Lennox the Lump gave me a stupid smirk on his way out of class and mimed cutting his throat with his finger.Mr Hopgood waited until the classroom was empty then smiled at me and said, 'Larry. I know you enjoyed helping me with those birdwatching spreadsheets the other week.'Ugh? I did not! It was BORING!Why are grown-ups such pygmies of understanding? Do they know nothing of the ways of the world? I was only 'helping' to escape the stares and whisperings of the playground while I had pink hair.Mr Hopgood: 'How would you like to help me run a Friday lunchtime computer club in the ICT room?'I would rather stick a live squirrel up my nose. But I couldn't say this so I said, 'Ernngh.'Mr Hopgood took this to be an affirmative and smiled at me again. He really likes to flash his teeth a lot; perhaps because they are so big and white. Ryan Thompson reckons they are falsies.Anyway, false teeth or not,
Operation Pond Watch 2007-03-11 16:06:00 I have set up an observation post on my desk overlooking Mr Purefoy's back garden. I have trained my telescope onto his pond.11.30am. Nothing to report.11.45am. Nothing to report.12 noon. Nothing to report.12.15pm. Nothing to report.12.30pm. Nothing to report.12.45pm. Nothing to report.1.00pm. Sausage casserole with mashed potatoes and steamed broccoli.1.30pm. Nothing to report.1.45pm. Mr Purefoy has come out into his garden.1.47pm. Mr Purefoy is feeding his koi carp.1.49pm. Mr Purefoy appears to be counting his koi carp.1.52pm. Mr Purefoy is looking up at my bedroom window.1.53pm. Mr Purefoy is leaving his garden. He appears to be heading for our front door.2.05pm. After a brief conversation with Mr Purefoy Operation
Pond Watch is closed down.
The Joy of Koi 2007-03-11 11:10:00 There was an ugly incident on our doorstep this morning.Our neighbour Mr Purefoy knocked on our door at 8.15am.I was lying on my bed. I had got up to year 2004 of my readathon of Beano annuals.Mum answered in her 'I'm a Sex Goddess' pyjamas.There was an embarrassed cough then I heard Mr Purefoy say that one of his koi carp had gone missing.Mum is like Miv in the mornings: grumpy with knobs on. 'Really?' I heard her say in the sarcastic voice that she sometimes uses on the people at the CSA. Normally she is polite to Mr Purefoy's face, although she calls him 'a nosey [unbloggable] with nothing better to do than poke his ten foot nose in other people's business' behind his back.Mr Purefoy launched into a big explanation of how he had counted his koi carp this morning and one of them was missing.Apparently, koi carp mope around at the bottom of their pond all winter then when the spring sunshine warms the water they come up to feed; which was why Mr Purefoy was knocking on our do
Last Minute Reprieve 2007-03-12 18:51:00 I am alive!Yippee!! Lennox the Bully is off school with the flu. Ha! Ha! Ha!No one is speaking to me because of the computer club thing. But it doesn't matter that they think I'm the teacher's pet. Lennox isn't here to duff me up, debag me or give me one of his special Chinese burns where he twists the whole of your arm.Mum and Miv have gone to karate together. Mum said she might give it a go.Good luck to her. She'll need it with that mad Welshman Sensei Thomas taking the class.I am spending my time in more profitable ways. I have a history essay to hand in by tomorrow - 'How was life during World War II different from today?' I should have done it over the weekend but I was so busy with Operation Pond Watch that I forgot.Fat Bob is spending most of his free time, ie. when he's not eating or asleep, sitting by Mr Purefoy's pond staring at the koi carp. Every so often Mr Purefoy rushes out of his house flapping a tea towel at him but Fat Bob just moves away for a bit then comes Read more:Minute
Traumatic Post Stress Disorder 2007-03-15 20:01:00 Lennox Hardy was back at school today and he knows I am helping Mr Hopgood with his computer club tomorrow.Ryan Thompson passed a note to me in geography that read, 'Teacher's Pet Your Dead' in Lennox's giant letters.The flu hasn't improved his hand writing I notice, or his grammar.2 minutes and 32 seconds. A new record from school to home. But I will really have to get my own key soon. I can't even hide in my own back garden as Mum keeps the back gate padlocked against optimistic burglars. I had to hide behind no.5's hedge instead; which isn't the same at all. Luckily no.5 were all out at work. I saw Mr Purefoy snooping out of his window. I was tempted to give him the 'V' sign, but I know he will only tell Mum.Another of his fish has gone missing. Yesterday, as Mum was leaving for work, he shouted from his porch, 'That's another one hundred pounds your cat owes me!'I must have misheard. Surely fish don't cost that much? The loss of his carp must be causing Mr Purefoy to
Miv Being Hormonal 2007-03-17 17:45:00 Miv has shut herself in her bedroom for the last four hours, ever since we got back from Dad taking us shopping in town for puppet materials.Dad got really excited when he found some red and white striped satin that he said would be perfect for Pirate Percy's costume. The woman serving us gave Dad a funny look. Frankly I'm not surprised. Getting enthusiastic about chiffon and satin is a sure way to attract funny looks.I asked Mum if Miv was upset about Dad's increasing obsession with puppets and all things puppeteering but Mum said that Miv was just 'being hormonal' and that she will 'grow out of it'.I didn't really see what 'being hormonal' had to do with Miv locking herself in her bedroom for hours on end so I looked up the word in the dictionary.Apparently, 'hormonal' is the adjective of hormone - a substance produced by an organism and taken by fluids such as sap to stimulate cells into action.I am none the wiser.Do I ignore someone who is being hormonal? Or - Do I pret
Cyber Freaks Club 2007-03-16 21:34:00 Success!!!The Friday lunchtime computer club in the ICT room was brill-i-ant!Four people turned up.Mr Hopgood didn't mention spreadsheets once and he has let us call the club the Cyber
Freaks Club or CFC for short.I showed him the 'I'm a Cyber Freak' badge Miv made for me and he thought it was brilliant.Mr Hopgood showed us the programme he had installed so we Cyber Freaks could leave each other messages on the school computers. Only Cyber Freaks with passwords can access the programme. I have chosen 'Jangofett' as my password. He is my favourite Star Wars character.Then Mr Hopgood let us go on the Internet for a bit. I played the Bob the Builder game on the CBeebies website. I thought it was a bit easy though.All the teachers were in a good mood today. Even the Head took assembly wearing a red nose for Comic Relief.Lennox didn't threaten to give me a Chinese burn once. I think he forgot because it was Red Nose Day.Mum came home really late from her date with the mad Welshman la
Mother's Day or BOGOF 2007-03-18 12:45:00 Today started really really badly. I accidentally smashed the decorated flower pot I made for Mum in Design & Technology. It fell off my bedroom windowsill where I had hidden it when I drew back my curtains.Luckily, Mum doesn't get up early on a Sunday so I had time to run out to The Chocolate Box newsagent and buy her a present. They had a special offer on super size Toblerone bars: buy one get one free.I ate one of the bars for breakfast before Mum got up. Now I know how Fat Bob felt when he ate Mr Purefoy's slipper.I made Mum tea and toast and took it in to her on a tray with the bar of Toblerone and her card so she could have breakfast in bed. The tea slopped about a bit but the tray held most of it in.The card I made was really really good. I reused the Star Wars design of Chewbacca fighting a stormtrooper I made for Mum's Valentine card and changed the words to, 'May the Force be With You, Happy Mother's Day.' Mum was really really pleased.Miv bought Mum a set of miniature
Fenced Off 2007-03-19 17:05:00 Mr Purefoy has rigged up an electric fence round his pond. Fat Bob will have to go elsewhere for his entertainment.
Compulsory Gardening Club II 2007-03-20 17:21:00 Frankenstein, the school caretaker, was off sick today with elephantitis or something equally Victorian so we were saved from the most BORING lesson in the history of St Clements Primary.My broad bean has so far refused to sprout anyway so there wasn't much I could do except look at a pot full of soil.I have a suspicion that Lennox Hardy pinched my bean when I wasn't looking. He has been smirking at me in the greenhouse for the last two Tuesdays but that could be for any number of reasons; not least because Lennox likes to smirk at people. He seems to think it gives him some sense of superiority over them.I am above such things as petty smirking.My broad bean, however, is not. Read more:Compulsory Gardening
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Childline 2007-03-23 21:13:00 Mum has gone on a second date with Sensei Thomas.That's two dates in two weeks!I phoned Childline to ask for advice.I told them my mother had gone out to the Star of India with a mad Welsh karate teacher leaving me alone in the house under the charge of a thirteen year old hormonal sister. Could they help?The woman on the end of the phone was very nice so I told her about Fat Bob's digestive problems and Mr Purefoy killing a heron.Then I told her about Dad's growing obsession with puppets and how he spends more time with Pirate Percy than he does with Miv or me.I didn't tell her about Lennox the Bully because I didn't want to bother her.After a while the woman said that actually I had phoned Drinkline and not Childline. I must have misdialled.I apologised but the woman said, 'Anytime' and to ring back if Dad's puppetry obsession got any worse and she would give me a number for him to call.After that I felt too drained to make the call to the proper Childline and explain my prob
Electrocuted Heron 2007-03-22 17:18:00 Fat Bob is in the clear! Hurrah!Mr Purefoy found a dead heron by his pond this morning. It had been electrocuted by his electric fence.I saw it all from my bedroom window. Mr Purefoy tried to stuff it into his compost bin but its legs and beak kept sticking out. Eventually, after a few bashes with a garden rake, he got the lid on.If I was a detective on the trail of a dead heron the first place I would look would be the compost bin. It is so obvious. I expect Mr Purefoy will go back under cover of darkness to dispose of the body properly.The next time Mr Purefoy threatens to tell Mum about something I have done I will blackmail him into silence by threatening to tell the RSPB there is an electrocuted heron in his compost bin.Nneeyha! Ha! Ha! (evil laugh)I bought Fat Bob a packet of Kitty Bits to celebrate. Read more:Heron
I Meet Pirate Percy 2007-03-24 18:13:00 Miv and me met Pirate
Percy today.It's the first time Dad has taken us to his flat in ages.I'm not surprised. He must have been too embarrassed. The flat was a tip. There was piles of stuff everywhere even though Dad has plenty of storage space. Miv didn't seem to notice but then she wouldn't as it wasn't very different from her bedroom. I am much tidier and I notice such things.The neatest thing in the flat was Pirate Percy sitting upright in an armchair like he was waiting to meet us. He was wearing his best pirate outfit with gold braid. It made me wish I had dressed up a bit more, instead of just wearing trainers and jeans. It was a bit creepy though as his eyes seemed to follow you round the room. Also, Dad kept calling him Percival.Dad made us fried egg sandwiches for lunch which was dead good as Mum never cooks proper meals anymore now she is so busy in insurance and Miv microwaves everything.Afterwards we went to the Rec. Dad changed Pirate Percy into a little tracksuit ou
Compulsory Gardening Club III 2007-03-27 18:31:00 Finally, my broad bean has sprouted. It is two inches tall.Frankenstein says we can take them home on Friday at the end of term.It is Miv's birthday on Saturday March 31st. I will give it to her as a present. It will make a change from the usual make up and clothes that she gets. Read more:Compulsory Gardening
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