Hey there, hope you are all well and safe and here’s my busy week!
I’ve been having loads of smoothies recently, mango lassie, ect.
And I’m always thinking of things to bake. This week, I made banana bread, sponge cake with cream and strawberries and yesterday I made blueberry muffins!
I’ve been spending a lot of time doing crochet and I’m working on a pink and orange scarf for my lil cousin! Yessse, I knowww that it’s like summer almost but really, what summer things can you make with wool????? 🤔🤔🤔🤔
And i have discovered a new hobby – painting! I may not be great at it, but I enjoy it thoroughly and have a habit of getting it everywhere! (I found blue paint in my hair? 🤔)
I like painting scenery, like yesterday, I painted a sunset – or a sunrise, over a beach:
I have done one of mountains, boats and I’m planning to buy some arcylic paint and canvases and paint some more scenery on there, any ideas are welcome!
And then there’s this one:
You can call that art. Can you? You can right? I actually do not know what I did up there! My siblings asked “Whatttt is that? It’s not even art!” and I’m like “Of course it’s art, you just have to be a genius to see that the two green blobs are cat eyes!”
They’re not. They’re not cat eyes.
On the note of cats, if you have been reading all my posts on my life at home, you would’ve heard alot about my kitten, lil Phoenix 💖 💖 💖. Yesterday I took a trip down the memory lane and scrolled through old photos and i found one of Lil Phoenix when he was 6 weeks, I think!
That’s my fluffball! He’s seven months now and likes to eat alot! Today I took him in our garden for the FIRST time ever! At first he was pretty scared by all the noises but then, when he started having a sniff around, he felt more confident. I was armed with three packets of kitten food, in case he ran away and I had to lure him back! We both had great fun and came back indoors covered in soil and dust, actually I had to drag him back inside!
You may have noticed that I’ve also beem doing a lot of blogging! The ideas never stop coming!
And I’ll give you guys a sneak peek of an extract from a novel I’m writing:
It was night when I arrived at home, but the white light from a dozen torches and flashing blue lights illuminated our street like it was morning. A sea of officers were either pushing walkie talkies to their mouths, interrogating neighbours or staring down at their phones and typing frantically.
I stumbled over to them, squeezing between two bright police cars and made my way to house number six. Before I could lay my foot in front of where Mum had planted her pink roses, a hand slammed against me, pushing me back onto the road. It belonged to a stern faced officer with blonde hair tied back in a fierce ponytail. She fixed me with a suspicious glance.
“Excuse me Miss, where do you think you’re going?” Her voice was scratchy and sounded like someone had run their nails down a chalkboard.
“Uhhh, I’m going over there..” I craned my neck around her and pointed at the door Dad painted last summer. Lime green flakes of paint crumbled down as I spoke.
“Why?” The officer demanded.
I swung my rucksack over a shoulder.
“Because it’s my home?”
“Oh” the woman replied and stopped me again when I tried to take another step.
“How do I know you’re telling the truth?”
“I am!” I insisted. “I’m Arena, this is my home!”
“Arena Davies, that’s you?” the Officer questioned. “And you live here?”
I threw her an annoyed glance. “That’s what I just told you, officer.”
She rubbed the back of her neck. “Call me Pip”
“Okay, do I still need your permission to go into my home?” I asked, ignoring her statement and narrowed my eyes. “And why are you guys here anyway? Decided to have a little street party? Was I not informed? Did you at least save me a slice of cake?”
Officer Pip glared. “It’s not funny kiddo, we don’t have parties”
“Oh, so birthdays must be very lonely, no one to sing, no cakes…”
I grinned widely. “Anyway, why’d you bring up the topic of parties? You didn’t even answer my first question yet, why are you here?”
“There is a problem.” Pip declared.
“Wanna tell me what it is or is this a guessing game?”
“You didn’t let me finish!” she pointed out. “There’s been a murder.”
I froze for a second then turned back to her.
“You’re joking, right?”
Pip put her hands on her hips and glared. “Do I look like I’m joking?”
My mouth went dry and I swallowed and looked around desperately.
“Where’s my parents? I need to see my parents!”
“Stop!” Pip ordered. But I ducked under her outstretched arm and raced into my home.
The smell of Mum’s homemade pickle hung in the air and I pushed my way past astonished officers, skidding into the kitchen.
Then I stopped.
On the floor, blood pooling out of her sides, lay Janet, our cook. An alarmed expression was plastered on her face, her eyes were speckled with pain and her chestnut hair was fanned out across the cold wood.
I stumbled back a bit, breathing heavily as I stared down at the still body of the woman I knew since I was born.
Officer Pip appeared out of nowhere and dragged me back outside.
“Arena!” she exclaimed, whirling me around to face her. I lifted my sullen gaze to hers and her frown faded quickly. “I told you not to go in.” she said quietly.
“Tell me what happened.” I muttered. “Tell me all of it – or I’ll go back again.”
Officer Pip took a quick glance at my clenched fists.
“We don’t know what happened.” she admitted. “But they didn’t just kill Miss Janet.”
I shook her. “What did they do?” I demanded.
“You’re not going to like it.” she warned, tears welling up in her eyes.
“They didn’t do anything to Mum or Dad -” I tilted my head.
“No” Officer Pip breathed. “Your sister, Daisy – they took her.”
They took her. The words repeated themselves in my brain.
And then I closed my eyes and fell to the ground….
That’s the first chapter – did you like it?
Okay, thank you for reading and I want to know your thoughts on everything above and here’s a question:
How has your week been?