Dear Die-ary...

Ah found me some number plates! Ah found me some number plates!! OK, I was on a little walk in some woods... I went there because of the blackberries, even if it isn't blackberry season yet, I don't care. Sour blackberries are good enough for me; as long as they are black, and aren't covered in anything not fit for human consumption, I'll eat it. That's besides the point, I went to the major blackberry-area, and lo and behold, there was a white bin bag. To say they were "hidden" would be a lie, and "partially hidden" would also be a lie. Think about it: dark green bushes, dark mud and dirt... and a white bin bag. So, carefully, I opened this sack of joy, being careful to avoid any needles or knives or beaten-but-not-quite-dead bodies, etc. The bag tore open on its own, anyway, and inside were my number plates. Still, it's a good find. OK, so I didn't find them on my own, I had an accomplice, Hannah, whom I'm mentioning in case she reads this (heheheheh). Unfortunately, we must deliver them to the police, but who knows? I might get a reward, if I'm lucky (I mean... Hannah and I might get a reward... ;P ).

Now, about these boy scouts and red squirrels. I went to Brownsea Island yesterday. A perfect day for going out (even if I did get sunburnt). BUT - boy scouts. It's the Baden-Powell centenary thingy of boy scouts and cal. So, there were boy scouts from ALL the way around the world. There were even Australian boy scouts. Anyway, I saw a red squirrel, and when I was getting my camera out, a buncha these necktie-wearing imbociles came 'round the corner and scared the poor thing away. So, no picture. Instead, I bought a red squirrel toy, to comemorate my finding of a red squirrel. But, the kittens have taken a liking to it, and I've found them running around with it in their mouths.

Now, I'm bored, and it's a Crimewatch special right now, so please excuse me.