sorting everything out

It’s a new year and it’s time I got my life organised.

As a matter of fact, the year started a week or two ago, but I’m only just ready to face it.

First priority: ursus sanus in corpore sano, as they say. Roughly speaking, “a healthy bear in woolly clothes”.

So, aiming at healthiness, I’ve got back to my yoga exercises.

I’m out of practice. I’m sure I used to be able to do that one.

I’d better start again with the easier positions.

I’m now going for a daily bicycle ride, come rain or shine.

I’m learning at least one new Welsh word every day.

Gair heddiw yw “buwch goch gota”.

I decided that if I never tidy my triangle away, I’m more likely to practise it.

I haven’t made any other decisions about tidying. I might start doing that in February.

You can’t do everything at once, can you?

Of course I’m determined to find Ruffy and Points. That’s my main project at the moment.

First to find which prison they’re in, then to go there, and finally to get them out.

I’ve been telephoning and telephoning.

I’ve telephoned all the prisons and young offenders’ institutions in England and Wales, from A to Z. A to Y, actually. There weren’t any beginning with Z.

None of them have Ruffy and Points in their cells.

Madame Cholet thinks I’m wrong to lie to the Prison Officers on the telephone.

I suppose she’s right. But sometimes you have to weigh one wrong thing against another.

It’s definitely always wrong to lie to yourself. And it’s generally better not to lie to other people.

But it’s very wrong that Ruffy and Points have been incarcerated without a trial.

They must be rescued, and when I started searching for them, telling the truth didn’t get me anywhere.

The Police Officers and Prison Officers wouldn’t take me seriously. They just laughed at me when I asked questions.

I’m afraid furry people often have this experience when dealing with the Authorities.

So I’ve been forced to tell Well-Intentioned Untruths.

(Points told me not to say “white lie”. She says it suggests that white is better than black.)

When I speak in my most un-furry voice, and say that I’m from Scotland Yard, the Law Enforcement Officers are happy to tell me what I need to know.

I hope Madame Cholet doesn’t disapprove of me too much.

I’d better try the Scottish and northern Irish prisons next.

And after that, Australia.

But not today.

RING RING   RING RING

I wonder whether fairy prisons are in the telephone directory?

And who else may the Government have licensed to run our correctional institutions?

I just hope they’re well regulated.