Someone’s eaten all the biscuits, we think its Ian, in fact we know its Ian, but as ever he’s denying being anywhere near the chocolate digestives. "What chocolate digestives?" He says. – Exactly they are gone.
The crumbs in the coastguard station tell a different story. Mmmm in true Cluedo style I suspect Colonel Brown in the training room, with a packet of Hob Nobs.
The crumbs in the coastguard station tell a different story. Mmmm in true Cluedo style I suspect Colonel Brown in the training room, with a packet of Hob Nobs.
Sadly with John Bentham our supplier of biscuits on sick leave we have been running short of provisions. We have one pack left, an out of date packet of Coop's Morning Coffee. Pretty desperate times when your down to just them. Desperate times call for desperate measures....so we've got to protect them.
So to catch Ian,...sorry the nefarious biscuit thief unknown.... red-handed I’ve devised a cunning trap. I don’t think it’ll be very effective but we’ll see what happens.
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| The Biscuit Trap |
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| Biscuits...... Moi? |
1 comment:
One feels I'm getting framed here? What about the certain food wrappers in the bin?
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