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You got a fast car……..

Officer Singh looked at me quizzically through the pouring rain. I stood before him with the raindrops pouring down my face. He opened up his window.

“What seems to be the problem?” He had been parked there on the side of the busy road for ages. I think he had noticed me as I frantically charged back and forth along the street.

“I have lost my car! I parked it right there.” I pointed to the other side of the road. I was confident that this is what happened. But let’s go back a few hours…….

I had done my due diligence and checked all the road signs. I even remembered what was printed on them. Parking for one hour only……tick. No parking in front of driveway…..tick. Parking for two hours…..tick. I even checked to see if there was a fire hydrant as there is an even heavier fine for that one. As in any busy city, parking is a problem and there are so many rules here in Canada that one has to obey. Need I say that they are strongly enforced?

I was convinced that my car had been towed away. Officer Singh thought so too and phoned around for me. I stood at his window soaking wet. I knew that I had NOT parked illegally or had I? He opened the window again and announced that no car of my description had been towed. He then added that it could have been stolen. No, I did not believe that for a moment, not here in Canada!

He saw the look of desperation on my face. He jumped out of the car and walked round to the back door and opened it for me. He was tall and had a confident and strong manner.

Is it fast enough……..

“Get in and we will try to find your car.”

I duly jumped into the back. It was cramped and I manoeuvred myself onto the bench- like hard seat. Not sure what a tall criminal would feel like if he was made to sit in the back. I struggled to get my legs in! Once in, I leaned across and spoke to officer Singh through the opening in the glass window.

“This is the first time that I have driven in a police car.” There was silence other than the roar of the cruiser as we sped off down the road.

It was almost as if he had done this before. He turned at the next corner and doubled back on the road which ran parallel to the one that I had been charging up and down on. There she was…..all white and shiny. Rain drops trickling off her gleaming surface.

Officer Singh helped me out of the cruiser.

“Are you sure this is yours?”

“Yes, I am sure. Thank you so much.”

He waited for me to start the car and I sped off down the road. But before I took off I said to him through the window……

“I am sane you know. I have not done this before.”

I am not sure if he believed me, but was courteous enough not to show it. He just smiled.

Am I ever going to live this one down?

Another rainy day in Vancouver…..

 

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It is close to midnight and something evil is lurking in the dark…..

It was dark in there with a narrow shaft of light filtering through the small window near the roof. There was something sinister about this area. It was dank and had nothing going for it. My house renovation had me thinking about how to maximise space and to attract light into our home in the forest. I had visions of creating a happy space down there. This would make the tedious job of laundry day a whole lot more pleasant. It was the one area that I could afford to make as ‘girlie’ as possible, as I did not envisage the Morkel men frequenting it on a regular basis!

There are holes everywhere.....

There are holes everywhere…..

Suddenly a shrill scream rang through the house. What sounded like wooden shelving crashed onto the floor.There was shouting and then silence.

“Shine the torch this way…..”

The skull was perched up behind the broken dry wall. It caught the light and gleamed in the darkness.

“What do we have here?” said the foreman as he climbed the stairs into room. He had come to investigate the cause of the commotion.

You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes…..

Another light source was found and the inspection continued.  The skull was examined from all angles. The question was…..Where was the rest of the body? A fleeting glance was cast around the room and then everyone made for the door. It was unanimously decided that digging up corpses was not part of the job description.

The police arrived with their forensic team and Horace the Horrible was taken off to the lab for further tests.

You close your eyes and hope this was just imagination…..

We have been in our new house in North Vancouver for a few weeks now and I often wondered why none of our neighbours had called around to welcome us to the area. I reasoned that they were probably all busy or tied up with vacation visitors. At one stage I had thought it was the Quebec number plates on our hired car. But I can only imagine what they might now be thinking after Horace the Horrible made his appearance. What with a forensic team and the police on our doorstep, they must think their new neighbours are part of the Addams family.

I suppose that will give them something to think about…….

By the way, Horace the Horrible was an extremely good replica of the real thing.

The local fauna came to greet us....a Grey Heron perched on our deck.

The local fauna came to greet us….a Grey Heron perched on our deck.

A quiet moment at the bottom of the garden.....

A quiet moment at the bottom of the garden…..

 

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