I'd just like to say to all you readers who were losing sleep over this terribly mysterious appearance of one Patrick Bruel CD (and I know I wasn't the only one), that the mystery has now been solved.
After a grueling 3 minutes of interrogation, complete with a light shone in the face and bad cop / good cop (I had to play both cops as no one else was around at the time and / or willing to play with me) my mother has cracked and admitted that the CD in question was indeed hers.
"How did it get in my room?" I asked her, circling her chair like a shark homing in on its prey.
"I put it there," she sighed. "I thought it was rubbish."
"Aha!" I said, "so you were trying to fob it off on me?"
She shrugged. "I thought you might like it."
I returned to my chair opposite her and shook my head slowly. It had taken us a while but she had admitted it in the end. She would be let off lightly for that. I smirked. Sometimes my talents even surprised myself. I leaned back, stretched and thought, just call me Sherlock.
Friday, March 14, 2008