THIS IS A BELLA HIJACK

I should probably phrase that differently. It sounds like I have been stolen by terrorists and rerouted to South America. Perhaps I should state that I am the one doing the hijacking, and that I’m taking over this blog. With Thea’s permission, of course.

Hi. I’m Bella Wildeve from Halfmoon, Cornwall. You won’t find it on any maps. It’s a small fishing village with too many pubs.

Halfmoon also has Liza Weebs, a tiny, barrel-shaped centenarian that prowls the village barefoot. I make her sound homeless, but she’s not. She lives in a cottage right next to the Moonstone, one of those aforementioned pubs. She’s there all the time making sure she gets some gin in her bloodstream. How she makes it home afterward is beyond me. Perhaps that is why she travels barefoot. Her toenails haven’t been clipped since rubber was invented. Those things are virtual talons. And perhaps that is a good thing. They would certainly keep her upright on all those slick cobblestones. Come to think of it, she could probably run up a tree if someone was chasing her.

But enough about Liza. She merely serves as an introduction to my latest adventure. Or should I say ‘my latest mystery.’ It was supposed to be a holiday in Greece, but for the first few days, we weren’t so sure we would make it out of the country. Or even stay alive. Not Liza, though. Even though she indirectly started the whole mess, she never left Halfmoon.

And here is a word of advice to all of you who travel: Keep your passport in your pants and your hands in your pockets.

I know. That sentence didn’t sound quite the way I’d intended it to. So let me just say this – if you read my account of what happened, you will soon learn what I’m talking about.

Which brings me to the first thing I wanted to announce. I wrote about the whole fiasco. I’m calling it STRANGE CAPER. Which it was, believe me. I can laugh about it now. Well, truth be told, I laughed while it was happening. Through all of it. Except, perhaps, when I was literally running. I am so out of shape, it isn’t funny.

The second thing I wanted to say? Is that this website will change soon. We are changing the tabs and most of the content so I can co-write blogs with Thea. It will even have a place where you can ask me questions about things. Or ask questions of anyone in my family. Maybe even my village. It all depends on who will agree to talk. And who I will let use my laptop. (There are still villagers who refuse to upgrade to flushing toilets.)

So stay tuned to this site. Thea has already asked me to write the next blog. So next I will give you a preview . . . an introduction to our adventure. Until then . . .

Talk to you later.

If you would like, leave a comment or observation in the comments section under this.

Have fun!

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4 Responses to THIS IS A BELLA HIJACK

  1. Snuffygump says:

    Bravo! So glad to hear from Bella. This will be a wonderful and much looked forward to addition to the blog. I do have questions that I want to ask various residents of Halfmoon. Liza Weebs in particular. Say, I think I found a perfect match for her a few weeks back while I was visiting the optician. This man stood out because it had snowed the previous day, yet he entered into the waiting room wearing flip flops. Flip flops on a 90 year old man….yep, he is younger than Liza which I know she will approve. Anyway, I couldn’t help but check out this oldtimers tootsies. I kid you not, he was a candidate for the Guiness Book of World Records. The toenails extended a good 3/4 inch past and over the end of the flip flop. They were ridged and had a dull tobacco stain golden brown color. Now, I don’t know how I would ever find this gentleman again, but, my question for Liza is: would she be interested and, if so, would she be up to running a personal add in the Montana Standard in order to locate this guy? I can assure her that the guy no doubt is a surviving miner from the glory days of the Berkley Pit Copper Mine and already possesses a taste for Pasties.

  2. Thea Phipps says:

    Bella has seen your question and she’s going to ask Liza. She assures me you will have your answer, Snuffygump, by the next blog.

  3. Thea says:

    Let me tell you exactly what she’d said. I had texted Bella your question, and this was her return text, “Snuffygump. What an unusual name. Is that American Indian? Yes, I will see Liza this Saturday and I’ll ask her.”

  4. Snuffygump says:

    You may tell Bella that Snuffygump is a conglomeration of a couple of southern characters. I gave the name to my last cat. He was SnuffyGump.

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