So High That My Bum Actually Tweaked (Chapter 26)

Setting Out Again in the Rain

“My friend is going to help you today,” said our Julie. “Thank you,” I said. I then messaged Claudia, “I don’t have many orders today. Could you meet me at the warehouse and take them to the Acox office, Please?” “No problem,” she replied.

So, I was all set, and of course, it was bloody raining again. Waiting around for someone was painful, so I decided to go out searching and wait for this lady to call me. I decided to head towards the NCBH. I parked up and started again walking in the rain and started pinning up more posters. Stopping every car that drove past. Then there was the message I had been waiting for: “Where are you?” It was our Julie’s friend. “I am near the scrapyard in the track. Ok, stay there, and I will drive to you,” she said. So, I waited 30 minutes, “Balls to this,” I said to myself and decided to drive off. “I am here,” she typed. Uuppps. “Sorry, I am now opposite the fire station in a track,” I typed. “Stay there. I am on my way,” she typed. “What car are you in?” I said. “A blue one,” she said. 15 minutes I waited and nothing, so off I went again. Then seriously 2 hours later we found each other.

It was still raining, and by the time we had found each other, we both agreed to call it a day, and we both went our separate ways.

The Photo Message and Villa Franco

Our Julie then messaged, and a photo came through; the photo resembled maybe a cat, with one eye, possibly a wellington boot, could have even been a bag, the picture even looking at every angle and even zooming in was like an extremely difficult quiz puzzle. “Christine, someone has spotted this in Villa Franco,” she said. “What the F… is it?” I said. “Ok, so the picture is very bad, yet the lady said that she thinks it could have been a small black dog,” she said.

So, off I went to Villa Franco, obviously talking to myself. All kind words about the person who had sent the picture.

Surprised I was, to see nothing, (sarcasm) I messaged our Julie to tell her and then decided to go home. While driving, my phone went ping, yet another message. This was bleep after bleep. When I drove in my gates, I grabbed my phone, and for a second, I saw the message: “I saw your dog in the road, dead covered in blood, good all dogs should die.” Then the message was gone.

I then looked, and there was message after message from our Julie and me, OK not me as Kerry was replying. The last message was from our Julie, “Kerry, as fast as you can block this person and delete all of his messages on your mum’s post.”

Surprisingly, this didn’t affect me, seriously not one bit. Each to their own, there are more lovely people in the world than idiots. What did affect me, though, was how it affected everyone else, my friends had seen it, and they were even more worried about me.

The False Sighting in the Forest

So, next came all the messages of concern. “I am ok, please don’t worry. I promise I am ok,” I typed.

Next, a lady messaged me this “My husband was walking our dog today up in the mountains, and he saw 2 little dogs, and he thinks one could possibly be George.”

“Please tell me where and what time,” I typed. “It was today, yet not sure of the time; it was in the forest up near that ugly bar,” she typed.

I then rang our Julie, “Please help call this number; where the hell does she mean?”

15 minutes, yet it felt like 15 hours, our Julie calls me back, “Right, meet my friend that you met today, I will now send the location via WhatsApp, meet her and she knows the forest,” she said.

So, off I went, listening to the voice on my phone giving me directions, “Take the next left”, so I did, uuffffffff a dead end. Seriously I was going around in bloody circles. I was super late meeting our Julie’s friend, yet she was calm and very kind. “Christine, we won’t make it in my car; you have a 4x4, so we need to go in your car,” she said. “Ok,” I said, and off we went.

“Left here, now go right and go straight up,” she said. “Straight up, are you lemon poking me? Look how high the track goes,” I squeaked. She then looked at me, I looked at her, and I instantly knew that I just had to do it. The higher that we drove, the more peculiar noises were coming from my inner self. I am not actually sure where the noises were coming from, my bum was tweaking, and I was actually shaking. I then actually started screaming as we hit the top. Not with joy yet with the thoughts of HELP, HELP, we are going to have to live here as to how the F… are we going to drive down.

She got out of the car, while I basically crawled out of the car, we put some posters up, I whistled and whistled and nothing. I then got my phone to call the lady that had said her husband had been here today as I needed to ask her if we were in the right place. She never answered; in fact, she never answered my calls ever again.

The Drive Back Down

I can’t put into words how I actually managed to drive back down the mountain; there were so many puffing noises coming from me and the odd scream; it is beyond me how the lady next to me didn’t just totally crack up. Saying that maybe she did, and I did n´t notice..

We had made it to the bottom, and my knees were knocking so bad, I pulled over and put my head in between my knees.

“Oh my god, where is my phone?” I said. “Oh my god, I think I left it at the top,” I said, looking over with the saddest eyes.

Then I started pulling the car apart like a rampant looney. Thankfully she had the brains to call my phone. The siren noise came from the glove compartment.

I have never seen this lady since, yet we will always remember that day. I again can’t thank her enough, as I could never made that journey alone.

New Information on George

So, now back at home, I needed a boost, and after feeding the dogs, I went to my computer and wrote another Facebook post. This was post number 22:

“NEW INFORMATION”
I have received some new information with actual sightings of George, all within the same area.

1) 3 motorists
2) 2 Cyclists
3) A man walking his dog
4) A lady with her little dog (she took 2 photos, and it’s 100% George)

This is all within one hour that George went missing from my house (a 20-minute walk away).

It has now been 25 days, and not one other confirmed sighting. I still have tremendous hope, but I truly believe that someone has taken my George, or he has died, and I think either could have happened within 2 hours of him going missing.

Please, I will give 500€ for any information leading to the safe return of my George, 100% total discretion guaranteed.

That was my post, and I also added a photo of George, and there was that share again: sharing for Mr. George; I was now getting thousands of shares, yet this one always stood out to me. The way he always just put so simply the words: “Sharing for Mr. George.”

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