I almost didn't write this due to a spectacular organic yoghurt, which I was consuming this evening. But I couldn't resist the opportunity to be Monopoly once more, especially with such a scandalous opening line. Well, what along time has passed since last I (dis)graced the screen with frivolous observations of the world, leading people accidentally astray with tales of organic papaya and miniature cheese graters. Indeed, nigh on 14 months, indeed, as I was once told, more than enough time to have a baby. However, a baby on a pirate ship wouldn't be all that convenient, would it.

I forgot about this because, now I'm no longer causing trouble in Exmouth, there's no one to remind my of my esteemed position as Mademoiselle Monopoly, a.k.a 'the dangerous game' one might play if one were silly. I wonder if I perhaps have elements of the Monopoly about me. Perhaps a career change from pirate to nun might alleviate further concerns, but life would be a litle dull.

It's funny that moving to the South West opened my eyes to South Eastern expressions such as "it's raining bacon" and "it's a bit pirhanas".

A year later, those phrases seem to have miraculously passed out of the average South eaterner's vocabulary (or 'parlance', as my father would have it). But one wouldn't want to be average, now, would one.

Or to over use marks of interrogation.

Yes. Well, clearly Camberley affords fewer opportunities to be a pirate. Or Monopoly. Except on a Wednesday...

So on that note, love of a nunly or Monopololic variety (delete as desired) to all those fabulous Exmouth ICEtastic people who encouraged me to write these silly musings in the first place x x x x and I'm sorry for being so naughty x x x x