Remember the noise I heard? The one that caused me to abruptly stop blogging? Well, it was nothing. The wind.
Not that that matters, not now.
We were ready. We had our plan, we had our kit, we were all ready. The Dark Citadel was less than a mile away.
We took a deep breath.
We stormed towards it…
And there was no-one there.
Nope.
No-one.
Just a note.
I really don’t know what to say.
So we’re about to leave. Timmy has spent the last two days meticulously planning and preparing. We have weapons (one sword, one rolling pin, one saucepan), food supplies (several loaves of bread, one jar of jam, one jar of peanut butter, one jar of Marmite, a bag of carrots, a jumbo bag of Skittles and two litre bottles of Vimto) and other supplies (one tent, one Thunderbirds sleeping bag, one Reservoir Dogs sleeping bag, 40 metres of rope, 50 metres of string, one skateboard, lots of balled-up socks, one stepladder, one pogo stick, one jumbo-sized sketch pad, multi-coloured pantaloons, one Welsh tea towel, one Scottish tea towel, one Jamaican tea towel and one Rastamouse tea towel). Just after midnight, Timmy is going to play the four songs at the exact same time, and we are going to pass across to the other world. We are also taking a laptop, as it seems that despite being a parallel dimension, this other world has wireless Internet. So I may be blogging from the other side. Not sure though. Depends how much time we have in between rescuing Clyde.
Timmy has insisted that I include the following. This is a picture of the sword I made out of cardboard.
Timmy took one look at it, said ‘That’s PATHETIC’ and promptly produced the following sword. ‘Here’s one I made earlier,’ he said, triumphantly. You wouldn’t think to look at it, but this sword is also made out of cardboard.
Timmy has also insisted I upload the following photo as a size comparison.
He says I’m a pathetic excuse for a swordsmith, which is fair enough. But he’s glad I’m coming along, because I’m about this much (he held up his thumb and forefinger about half an inch apart to illustrate this point) tougher than him.
It’s enough to make a big brother feel really needed, no?
So yes. We are going to break through to the other dimension with all our stuff - I seem to have ended up carrying everything - and if we return our house will be full of cake.
‘WHEN we return,’ Timmy has just corrected me. ‘Not if.’
Yes. WHEN. When we return, with Clyde in tow.
Oops! It’s just gone midnight. Best be off.
Wish us luck…
This is going to be interesting.
Someone took our frog. We're gonna get him back.
