Wednesday, 22 February 2012

The conversation ... The story so far...

Due to rubbish photos and people's inability to read the story in my pics ... I have bowed to popular demand to provide this catch up post here... Think of it like the round up they do at the beginning of episodes when they tell you what has happened previously ... Just like the lovely Jack Bauer used to do... Oh I miss that programme so much... Anyway I got distracted there... Here goes.

Florence stared at the clock hanging above the concourse at Waterloo. Her train was late and she wondered what to do with herself for the half hour she had.

Suddenly she spotted a man wearing a strange patterned jacket to the left of her. Such strange fashion she thought. He must have been to Carnaby Street. She glanced up at the clock again and then when she looked back at him she saw he had moved further down the concourse and was walking at quite a pace towards the exit.

Florence decided to treat herself to a pot of tea at the cafe whilst waiting for the train and picked up her suitcase, turning to her right and promptly bumping into someone. Florence gasped in confusion, it was the man with the jacket. She shook her head. It must be the tiredness confusing her. It must have been a popular jacket not the same man as no one could be in two places at a time.

Quickly apologising she moved off to the cafe where she knew the hot tea would restore her before her trip home to Virginia Water. As she waited to be served she noticed that the catch on her suitcase was open. She quickly checked her case to check nothing had fallen out and it was then she found the strange note.

Sorry to invade your privacy in this way Florence. I feel connected to you in a way you will find difficult to believe. If you want to know more and your thirst for adventure matches your dreams, please contact me via the address overleaf with information on where I can write to you and explain. Yours hopefully, Boston


Who are you and how do you know so much? Please explain.


Thank you for being courageous of spirit to contact me. I will start with you first question only - My name is Boston and my home is far away, I am a courier who never knows where I am. Still want to now more?


Of course I want to know more - you said we were connected and also how did you get the note to me? I'm always on the move like you but please write and tell me more.


I'm afraid I can't tell you everything first yet but I will explain that I know we are connected as I did something quite invite of your privacy. I hope you will forgive me.


Invasion of privacy? So now I am very intrigued now... And also quite concerned. I beg you, please explain in full.


Ok I confess that I have read your diary. I was intrigued to know more about you and I'm afraid I did read everything but please let me make myself clear I knew it was wrong to do so, but when I read about February I couldn't resist. Pease forgive me?


if you knew it was wrong you should NOT have done it - you know if you've read it that it is deeply personal. The only reason I am writing back is how?? I never leave my diary unattended so how?
Please respond

So this is the story so far! Hope you are enjoying it and prefer the better pictures.

I am still awake this stupidly late as every part of my body aches now! Oh this really is a terrible bug... Sorry for moaning on but hopefully tomorrow will be a new day!

Enjoy and happy crafting all!

1 comment:

  1. Thanks for that but hopefully by the time of your next post you'll be feeling much better.