Hello! :) So today I've decided to do something a little different - a story!! Let me know your thoughts!

Hearing the sound of sirens makes me jump, every time. It's terrible, it's a sound that we hear quite often in this part of the land. That's right, crime is quite rife. Well, actually that's not true, I live in a neighbourhood that just happens to have the clumsiest people you'll ever meet - seriously, I'm not lying! 

Last week the guy next door squealed the place down because he hit his toe on the edge of his front door. He squealed so much that the lady across the road thought there had been a murder and phoned the emergency services. Can I point out that he had steel toe cap boots on and in reality, he felt nothing. Come on, that's the point on steel toe caps! And I say squealed not because I'm being mean but because that is actually what he sounded like. My eight year old brother ran down the stairs in his pyjamas shouting about how happy he was that my dad had finally bought him a pig. 

"And I shall call him Sir Squeal-a-lot," he told us whilst my dad read his paper and mum and I watched with wonder. Sadly dad broke the news straight away as once my brother realised that everyone, including the fish, were watching him, he gave my dad a chance to speak. 

"There's no pig, son. Not today." Bless him, he was so disappointed that he let out a huge sigh, looked around and then headed straight back up the stairs in silence.

Through this whole debacle, I learnt a lot! I learnt that my brother had always wanted a really loud squealing pig and that my neighbour sounded like one. 

Oh life just keeps gets better!

until next time...