Crispy Titters

Part three, sadly the last part of our care home caricature. Well, it isn't really sad, it's been a good laugh and I at least don't want it to get boring, so it's a refreshing end. The best thing is, everything I've said in these three Wonky Novlets is so true it's unbelievable. I mean, it's so true except where it isn't. How will you know the difference? Well, the bits that can't be true probably are and the bits that seem feasible aren't; unless it's the other way round. But what does it matter as long as it's fun? If this little wonky trilogy brings a smile to your face, job done. I now imagine that if the old people in the stories have another meeting about me and decide like in that Clint Eastwood film where the ladies poison him, to invite me for dinner and feed me poisonous mushrooms? Well that'll be it, I neither get to watch the TV series or go to the premier of the blockbuster movie in which Tom Cruise plays me. honestly, if we walk up the red carpet together you'll swear we are twins. Ok, that bits not true, because compared to me Tom Cruise has a face like a blind blacksmith's thumb