Infamy! Infamy!

It's been a while since I was last on as I was waiting for something a bit different for my 365th entry. Well it's come along. Not so much a great picture but an odd story. About 4 weeks ago we took a walk to the local hospital to hand back my crutches from the knee operation. When we got home again, about half an hour later, there was something lying on the path to the door. It turned out to be the top half of a male finger. After phoning the local constabulary, a PC duly turned up to remove said item and carry out investigations. The other day there, a CID chap appeared at the door to explain that they're stumped, (oh yes, the jokes are many and varied), as to whose hand the finger belongs. Hospitals, surgeries, guest houses, etc, have all been checked and nobody appears to have lost a finger. Today, in an attempt to involve the general public, they have gone to the press, (thanks a bundle!), hoping that someone may know of a man who happens to have lost his finger and not reported it. I ask you! So today we have been answering, (fending off),  questions from newspaper reporters who no doubt think that we're a bit Arsenic & Old Lace. Having worked for the press for years, I'm well aware of how they can contort things. Let's hope they don't get too carried away and have us portrayed as the Keswick version of the Bates Motel. I've said it before but living here is sometimes like being in Eastenders and Coronation St rolled into one. There's never a dull moment! That's what makes it special.