Patricia.
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Make cards for family with various stamps and craft dies. Novice short story writer. (None that are published as yet. Just poetry.)
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Good morning, folks. Been a busy few days here at CGT. Multiple trainers out teaching and new contracts coming in, meaning that 2025 is already looking positive.

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Saturday October 14, 1854.

George here. Mary's not happy with me. We were meant to go for a stroll in Regents Park, but instead I went to see Octavius's brother at the fish stall he works at in Old Street.

"Bertha's got every criminal in London out looking for him," he told me.
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Friday October 13, 1854.

George again. Now I'm really worried.

Instead of looking for the dog as I was told to do, I went to Brandram's Wharf for a look around.

When I found his diary there, I plucked up courage and made my way to the Bucket of Blood, where I asked to see Bertha.
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Thursday October 12 1854.

George Crump again. Octavius hasn't shown his face yet and Mr Bruff is furious with him. I told him I was worried but he just shouted me down.

He's ordered me to take on a missing dog case, but I don't think it's right. I ought to be looking for Octavius.
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Wednesday October 11, 1854.

George Crump here and I'm only writing this because everything's gone really wrong.

The night before last, those thugs broke in and slaughtered Lady Geeson in her bed. Sir John blames Mr Bruff for his bad advice.

To cap it all Octavius has disappeared.
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Tuesday October 10, 1854.

Brandram's Wharf: just after midnight.

The wash of waves against the timbers of the wharf; the air damp and heavy. I pen this as I await the escapees, though Sir John sent me out without a penny. Do I hear footsteps?

[a splash of blood marks the page as the entry ends]
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Monday October 9, 1854.

"Your former colleagues seem woefully ill informed." Sir John sniffed, rifled through a drawer, and tossed a poorly written note at me.

"You put us in clink," it read. "Bring us fifty quid to Brandram's Wharf this very night or we finish wot we started!"
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Sunday October 8, 1854.

"Did Bertha have any leads?" asked George as we huddled against the rain under the church's meagre eaves. Everyone else had made a run for it.

"She reckons they're headed for the Highlands. The one who wasn't caught has a brother with a remote croft there."
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Saturday October 7, 1854.

I am perfectly happy using my underworld acquaintances to help me solve a case; I am perfectly unhappy to be ordered to do so!

Bertha was unequivocal. "They legged it," she said. "Wouldn't surprise me if they wasn't in Scotland by now. Another sherry, Octopus?"
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🙏 Thank you so much.
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I agree Michael. I made these crackers using a
(crafters companion scoreboard) and papers, plus a kitchen roll tube.
I’m pleased with them.
Have a fabulous day. 👍😊👍
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Friday October 6, 1854.

My employer Mr Bruff summoned me to his office.

"This is Sir John Geeson," he said as I entered. "I still act on behalf of his wife."

A greying gent with luxuriant whiskers eyed me disparagingly.

"Ignore his youth," said Mr Bruff. "Gooseberry's your man."
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Thursday October 5, 1854.

The three convicts (minus a fourth man who got clean away) were jailed for house breaking.

They'd been apprehended at gunpoint by the owner, Sir John Geeson, but not before his wife had been brutally struck down.

Lady Geeson remains in a coma to this day.
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Wednesday October 4, 1854.

"They got details here of the crime those escaped prisoners were tried for." George flicked his newspaper to straighten it.

"Don't tell me," said I. "Whatever it was, there was a fourth man involved, who managed to get clean away."

George's jaw dropped.
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Tuesday October 3, 1854.

On Saturday last, having toured the new meat market at Copenhagen Fields, I'd happened upon a man kneeling over a cage in the field at the north-eastern corner.

I heard the flurry of wings and saw two pigeons take to the sky, headed for Pentonville Prison.
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Thank you. But anyone can make them honestly.
At your local craft store or online shopping, they sell kits for making crackers. Just need glue or double sided tape. 👍