Morning all,

I decided upon an impromptu short break last week due to some major events that were taking place at the time.

Do you ever get that sinking feeling, froglettes, when you go somewhere convinced that you are right and find out you are, in fact, in the wrong place! Well, that is what happened to me last week.

Off I went to visit Teacup for a glass of pumpkin juice at her house and found it without any problem. So far, so good. However, the front door was red although Teacup had described her front door as being dark blue in colour. I thought I must have mis-heard!

So, I knocked on the door. No answer so I knocked again and I heard this small voice inside squeak, “hold on, I’m coming,” and the sound of shuffling. This definitely puzzled me. This didn’t sound like Teacup at all. A flicker of doubt started to creep into my mind.

The red door creaked open slowly and I found myself looking down into the brown eyes of an elderly froglette who walked with a thick dark brown stick and had a pair of glasses perched on the end of her her nose.

Hello,” she said, peering up at me. “And what can I do for you?”

“Um, is this no. 6, Cuckoo Crescent?” I asked.

“Oh no, young man, this is no. 9, Cuckoo Crescent.” Seeing my look of puzzlement, she explained, “it is confusing, I know, but the 9 fell down and it now looks like a 6. My nephew is going to fix it for me when he next comes over. If it is no. 6 that you are looking for, it is just across the road, there,” she said pointing to her left.

I followed her arm and, sure enough, there was no. 6 with a dark blue door, just as Teacup had described to me.

“I am so sorry to have disturbed you,” I said to the elderly lady.

‘Not at all, goodbye,” and with that she closed the door and was gone.

All of which left me just enough time to hop across the road and knock on Teacup’s door in time for a refreshing cup of pumpkin juice.

E