Murder, Mystery and Arson, a very dramatic post title for a little blog about home life, pretty interiors and a bit of home made goodness!
Our little sleepy hollow has been having a torrid week.
I was out for dinner last night with my Mothers group. We have been meeting for 13 years. We always have a wow of a time. We know each others Proposal tales, Wedding tales, Birth stories (in graphic detail). We know who is town is doing what with whom and there is generally an opinion on everything, including which smartphone is the best and at what age girls should start waxing their legs.
Dinner started off well with our driver providing champagne for the pick up and after a couple of margaritas things were great. Our meal was excellent but by 9.30pm we starting to flag and someone mentioned maybe we should have an early night. Then we got on the the topic of the murders.
Tragically there had been two murders in the district on the previous weekend, unheard of in these parts. Shocking. This was the sort of thing we read about happening in the papers, not here.
Then we discussed the mystery of the missing kayak-er. A chap had been kayaking on a lake some time ago and had disappeared. There was a lot a speculation about whether he had drowned or "done a runner". Unfortunately, his remains had been uncovered the day after the shocking murders.
Honestly it was starting to feel like we were living in an episode of Midsomer Murders.
Then jokingly as you do on a girls night. Someone said we need a little drama then we can all go home.
Well a car drove by and backfired, very loudly. There drama done.
NOT.
I got home, was just about asleep when I heard a noise outside. We live on a busy road and it is not unusual to hear groups of people walking home from a night out. The noise didn't stop. Then it seemed unusually bright outside. I knew I had turned the porch light off.
I peeked out the window.
The house over the road had its beautiful cypress hedge ablaze.
It was just awful. We felt so helpless. It took forever for the fire trucks to get there and when they did it was almost all gone.
So sad.
It was unbelievable, we couldn't take in the amount of people driving past, parking, stopping to look.
I was furious, a car actually drove infront of the firetruck and slowed it down.
It was all over in no time.
Eeery,
no noise, no smoke blowing in our direction.
Luckily the house is fine.
The elderly gentleman, Bob and his wife are shattered.
He told Mr M, he aged 10 years overnight.
Bob has been outside sitting on the white chair hosing the remains of his garden.
My heart bleeds for him.
Next Saturday night,
our hedge
Will be getting a very good water.
We will be keeping this handy.
Mr M says our hedge is privet and it won't burn like the cypress.
Our neighbour lost a tree a while back in a similar manner.
You can read about that here
What is the world coming to?
