I Spy with my dodgy left eye
As a rule, I walk to work. CORRECTION. I run to work, 'cause I'm so reluctant to leave the comforts of my lovely warm bed that I'm always playing catch-up with time. Methinks the guy who invented the clock should of been shot at birth. I don't do mornings! Though, I do Sunday mornings with their long leisurely lie ins, sipping coffee and reading the Sunday papers. Bliss :-) Anyway, whilst doing my daily four minute mile dash, I've been observing out of the corner of my dodgy left eye a man. Over the last week or so this man has been loitering up the street where I live. I think he might be a spy! Trouble is he's a tad ugly and doesn't resemble James Bond in the slightest ;-) If truth be told he's a cross between Benny Hill and that Derek character that starred in Coronation Street (you know the one I mean, the guy who was married to Marvis).
The spy wears a cloth cap and a Columbo style beige mack! He's very strange indeed with not a trace of any facial expressions whatsoever. He just stands very still at the bus stop, looks me up and down and writes stuff down in a little book with his silver pen.
I'm so tempted to take a photo of him or grab his little book as I run past.
What can he be upto? I'm sure it's all very innocent. or is it?
18 COMMENTS:
How strange. You are now required to find out what that man is up to - the blogging world insists on this!
Kindly steal his notebook and report back as a matter of urgency.
But leave contact details so that we can either bail you out of the police station or visit you in hospital if he doesn't take too kindly to your intervention...
Random, I'm on the case some "undercover" investigation is called for methinks. I shall lie in bed and ponder my next move ;-)
Maybe his after my body! ;-) TFx
Do you think he's undercover Health and Safety? Checking to see if people get on the bus 'properly'. Or maybe he's working for the government doing a 'happiness' survey.
At least in this weather he's unlikely to be a flasher:-)
OOH how very intriguing!
Did you mean 'out of the corner of my left eye a dodgy man?' He sounds dodgy to me. Try kicking him as you trot past and sseing what response you get. It's only an idea....
'happiness' survey! I'm liking your thinking Ms Lane:) Humbug! No sign of him today he must be snow bound somewhere.
Auntiegwen, yes indeedy :)
Mr B, Aim fire, just below the belt! Ouch! ;-)
TFx
Oooh, exciting. He could be a private detective, spying on some naughty wife or husband!!!
btw, I'm doing a giveaway on my blog. If you're interested pop over and enter. You've been a loyal blogging friend for quite some time now and I'd hate for you to miss out.
CJ xx
Ah yes, I remember Mavis and Derek. Not that I've ever watched Coronation Street you understand?
Maybe he's tracking down garden gnomes in the area and making a note of where they live so that they can finally be removed from the planet one by one ...
Or maybe he's an intellectual flasher - writes and draws pictures instead of actually doing it? Very civilised.
CJ, Yes methinks you could be right :0 I'll pop over shortly :) TFx
Clarkey, LOL! I'm liking you humour lots and lots. VERY witty :))) Tommox
Maybe he's taking note of all the people running to work? I'm fascinated to know what's in his notebook now.
Offer him a lolly pop sees what he does then?
He’s probably a Thought Policeman. Be careful. They’re everywhere.
Have a nice day, Boonie
Ooh, very odd indeed. You be careful now he could be from the FBI - the Foolery Banning Initiative - have you heard of them?
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TF - you said he wasn't there and must be snow bound, but perhaps he knows you're on to him ;-)
Debs, methinks it might be a novel!
Blu. What about a ice lolly?
Bonnie. LOL! :)
Ms Allosorts Foolery Banning Initiative. LOL! :)))
Claire, Maybe he's gone undercover as a snowman! ;-)
TFx
Love the idea of a Thought Policeman:-))
Ooh, how exciting! Take a picture and steal that notebook, TF.
Report back soon!
Cait, me too very George Orwell ish
Ms Wells, I'm working on it, I've got to plan my next move well methinks ;-)
TFx
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