Back. More Confusion.
Well that was fun. Timmy literally didn’t speak for the whole trip. Whether he was sulking, plotting or trying to work out the mystery of Clyde’s disappearance, I don’t know. All I know is that I spent ten hours in Dad’s car on the way to Edinburgh, listening to Dad explain the secret of really great marzipan. I then sat in the car for the rest of the evening while Dad sketched the church he’s going to bake, vainly trying to get Timmy to speak. Then we slept in the car. Then we spent the best part of today driving home, and got lost on the way. And Dad explained how to make really great butter filling. Forever.
Anyway. So we get back, and Timmy goes straight on the Internet… and another song was waiting for us on http://qoooqoooq.blogspot.com/
I think someone might be messing with us.
