I seem to have a bit of a problem ……….. mmmmmmmm…………. I was just wondering ………….. I don’t quite know how to say this ……… well, without beating about the bush, so to speak ……. errrrrrrrrrrrrrrr ………. ummmmmm ……….. crumbs
OLGA IS MISSING!!!!!!!!
I woke up this morning, raring to go and Olga was nowhere to be found. I looked in her usual hiding places: under the sofa, in the drinks cabinet, hanging out with Gertrude [who also seems to have gone walkabout – but he often does] and in the shower [naturally I closed my eyes before I went in]. No sign, no note, no nothing.
She can’t have gone far; her passport is still here as is her sleeping bag. I’ll get onto the emergency services straight away of course …….. there’s probably nothing to worry about ……… gone for a long walk and been distracted by a butterfly or something ……….. she’ll be fine …….. I’m not really concerned ……. safe as houses ………… the main road is really quite a long way away ………. that ‘odd’ looking bloke that was hanging around yesterday is, apparently, a man of the cloth ………. no problem …….
Anyway I’ll keep you informed as soon as I know something.
Yours regretfully
Daddy Papersurfer
(She was really moaning about work yesterday – I fear that she might have ……oh no ………. I'd better check the shredder!!!!)
