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Monday, 23 February 2026

Spectrum Is Weird - A Story About Detoxing

All Summer, everything had been totally weird. My mummy Lady Penelope and her butler Parker have gone off to visit some friends in Paris for an entire month, and they had let Destiny Angel and Symphony Angel stay with me to babysit and keep me company. I didn’t mind them in the house while my mummy was gone, they always helped me along the same way my mummy did.


Recently, about last month, mummy helped me develop a healthy habit where I turned everything off at lunch and engaged in other screen free things - and that’s what Destiny, Symphony and I enjoyed doing in the last few weeks of this month. August.


At 12 today, I put all the electronics away and turned everything off. I went into the bathroom and dabbed my eyes with a cold wet cotton pad. With each time I held the pad to my throbbing eyes, I counted slowly all the way up to 10.


“1….2…3….4…5…6…7…8…9…10.”


And then, once I left the bathroom, I went to have myself a light snack in the dining area - ready salted crisps, a plate of Bourbon biscuits and a mug of Coke Zero. Destiny and Symphony were already having turkey with mash and vegetables for lunch courtesy of Lil, who I was glad was still back in the kitchen to provide the meals. My eyes were almost this close to slamming shut, but it was okay, Symphony said it was good for my eyes to stay off screens after six hours.


After lunch, we relaxed for a little while. I snuggled into Symphony’s bosom while she cuddled me and told me how proud she was of me for putting away my technology. I was just about to close my eyes and fall asleep near Symphony’s warmth when the clock slowly went ding….ding…ding. A-ha! Must be time to clean out the full cupboard.


Destiny and Symphony had a fun time sorting out what we wanted and what we didn’t want. We placed all the things we wanted into a large pink box, and all the things we didn’t want into another box. Everything I wanted nearby, I placed into my room. I was lucky Destiny found some pens, because I took some plastic cups from the dining room cupboard and placed all of them in.


Then I discovered two sticker activity books and raced back to the dining room to complete them. Some of which I already did, others - well, let’s just say they are left unfinished. Destiny and Symphony were taking tea in the lounge. They didn’t even hear my loud giggles of excitement from staring at a screen for far too long.

“She’s so quiet, we’ve almost forgotten she’s actually here.” smiled Destiny.

“She must really be enjoying her puzzle books - must do her good to get back into physical activities.” smiled Symphony.


Just then, the doorbell rang. Destiny went to answer it. It was Mailman Moe, with a parcel, a postcard and two letters.

“Package and postcard for Miss Sybil, and one special golden letter for Destiny and Symphony Angel,” he smiled.

“Thank you,” said Symphony as he handed the parcels to her.

As soon as Mailman Moe left, Symphony went into the dining room and called: “Sybil! You got mail!”

I jumped up and grabbed the package and postcard from Symphony’s hands, full of excitement at what it could be.


I could almost recognise Mailman Moe’s blueberry scent from how his hands held the package and the postcard before he even handed them to Symphony in the first place. First, I gently opened the parcel. It can’t be! It was a pathfinder-a-day puzzle book. “Thanks, Mailman Moe!” I cried, as if thanking Santa on Christmas morning, and as if Moe were actually here. I then looked at the postcard. A glossy, chique pink picture of a beautiful painting of the Eiffel Tower shone proudly on the front of the postcard, smelling sweetly of roses. I then looked at the back of the postcard. What I read made my heart melt in joy.


Darling,

I am having a wonderful time in Paris. I do hope you’re doing okay with Destiny and Symphony. I hope they’re taking good care of you. Wish me luck, darling.

Love,

Your beautiful mummy,

Lady Penelope

XXXXOOOO


Almost immediately, tears filled my eyes. I smiled a gentle yet wobbly smile, and whispered: “Wish me luck, mummy.”


Meanwhile in the lounge, Destiny opened the golden envelope with Symphony’s help. It was from Talking Pictures TV, and it shone brightly in the light of the setting sun outside as Symphony read:


Dear Destiny and Symphony,

In the last few days you both did a jolly good job looking after our most loyal viewer, Sybil, during the first three days of her digital detox. Since she has sworn to stay off screens every time it reaches 12 O’clock at lunch, it is very important that some of our viewers need a break from the screen too.


So, as a reward, you and the rest of Spectrum have been invited to air your old adventures on our channel again. Won’t say no more here. Tell you on Saturday.

Many thanks,

Mike, Noel, Sarah and Bob.”


At once, excitement building up in her chest, Destiny squealed like a hormonally excited teenager and threw herself into Symphony’s arms, delighted with the news.

“I know, it’s exciting isn’t it?” asked Symphony, stroking Destiny’s silky blonde hair.

“Mmmm, I know, but Talking Pictures TV wasn’t complete without Captain Scarlet. And now, it is.” responded Destiny Angel.


From the dining room, they could hear me singing: “Daaa-da-da da-daaaa-da-da da-da-da-da-da!” I was doing a pathfinder in my puzzle book themed around The Simpsons.

“Just doing a Simpsons Pathfinder in my puzzle book!” I called from the dining room. Destiny and Symphony laughed. They loved my sense of humor just as much as mummy, Parker and everyone else in the mansion did.


At 8 at night, I put on my jumper and trousers and went with the two Spectrum Angels for a walk in the mansion gardens. Along the way, we happened to meet my friend Brum. He offered to join the walk too, but he got very scared when he saw a big huge red thing pass by in the distance. “A big monster covered in flesh!” he cried, but I chuckled and said, “Nonsense, Brum, it’s just a van in the distance.”


While on our walk, I talked with Brum about what the F word meant to him. Surprisingly, to Brum, it didn’t mean swearing at all, but due to him being an analog of a three year old boy, he told me it meant going to a restaurant of fried chicken. I asked my two Angel friends if we could go to KFC in the big city tomorrow, and when they said yes, Brum did a victory chuckle and tried to high five me, but couldn’t because he had wheels.


After saying goodbye to Brum, I went back inside to warm up by the fire. I had already changed back into my pyjamas, and I snuggled close to Destiny Angel, feeling very tired. 

“Thank you for putting us on Talking Pictures TV,” sighed Destiny Angel softly. “It wouldn’t be possible without your three days of detox.”

“My pleasure,” I smiled. “If you want, we can host a viewing party with the rest of Spectrum on Sat-ooh!”

Destiny and Symphony sat up in surprise. I was feeling my tummy tighten, and I was getting very cold.

“Girls, I feel like I’m so cold I’m going to be sick,” I groaned softly.

“Dear me,” sighed Symphony, “I think it’s time we put you to bed.”


After cleaning my teeth in the mansion bathroom, I stumbled into the bedroom and tumbled under the sheets, exhausted as anything. Destiny and Symphony did the same, except afterwards they got changed into their pyjamas, laid some extra blankets on the bed and prepared a nice, soft hot water bottle to lay at my feet.


Then they snuggled into bed together, with me in between. It felt so cosy - being between the two Angels was like being tucked into bed in Heaven. My eyes were already starting to feel a bit tired, so Destiny Angel turned out the light and whispered: “Goodnight, girls.”

“Goodnight,” whispered Symphony.

“Goodnight, you two.” I whispered back.


The two gave me a unified kiss on the cheek, causing me to giggle weakly, and then, with a smile and thoughts in our heads filled with an afternoon filled with friendship, good food and helping others, we fell fast asleep under the softness and what is Lady Penelope’s bed.


THE END.

Inner City Park - A Poem About Inspiration

I had a bad night suffering from the cold

Snow is silver, sunshine is gold

But everything’s silver upon my skin

I’m shaking from the Arctic wind


I woke up with an aching head

As I tumbled out of bed

Mum felt bad and Mylo did too

But I still had a lot to do.


When Louise picked me up, she took me into town

To see if the bakery van’s around

But Mr Mickey Murphy was in Inverness

What did we do next? Can you guess?


We went to ASDA to get some food

But going to the park I was in a good mood

As we made our way down to the bench

Where I found a pink bottle cap completely drenched


Louise laid my black coat as I sat down

As I ate my sausage rolls, I looked around

The hair salon and the chicken shop stood nearby

But suddenly something caught my eye


I saw another bottle cap

Drenched in water from the storm’s leaky tap

Two crisp packets and a pack of gummy snakes

But best of all - RAGWEED! What can I make?


I know! A story! A lonely ragweed

Who remembers his friends in a time of need

When friends are lost, they’re always found

All I did was look around


A circular pavilion stood grand nearby

As well as a wreath where Atlanta’s mother died

Speaking of Atlanta, I miss Stingray

But my imagination saved the day


I saw Atlanta and Socks before me

Finding litter for crafting and drawing

Crisp packets to Socks make good Winter gloves

The pink bottle caps make good earbuds


The circular pavillion I mentioned before

Is where Donkey belts out English ee-aaws

To Brum, Sooty, Sweep and Soo

I miss them quite a lot, don’t you?


Louise had a ginger flavoured chocolate bar

And a movie rated 15 that would leave a scar

But no scar gets bigger more

Then when my time on the internet soars


When Louise stopped for coffee, I wondered aloud

If my stories really stood out from the crowd

But I didn’t know my writing would be better

As the day got wetter and wetter


When we got back we made some soup

No tech tonight to spiral me in a loop

I helped chop the peppers one by one

I imitated DaneBoe’s Squash which was such fun


When I chopped the onions my eyes began to sting

Like they’ve been sprayed with weed repellent or something

While Louise thought my dog should be on Britain’s Got Talent

Under my tongue, a teaspoon I tried to balance


My eyes burning like London on fire,

I thought washing up was a good desire

But too much washing makes your back ache

But then I made a big mistake


I used a steam mop as a tea towel

But then, Mylo gave a howl!

With a mighty roar, he grabbed the mop

And Mum and Louise shouted for him to drop


I collapsed on the sofa with steaming raw eyes

My back ached bad, not a big surprise

I went to draw Ronald and his friends

And I tumbled into bed to take a nap in the end


Earlier today, I learnt about Mari Helen Scott

She left a lasting impression on us lot

They put her name on a bench in the park

So her spirit can live on in the lonely dark


When I woke up I did the story straight away

It seems I’ve had a busy day

But busy is as busy gets,

Ronald is my best story yet!


THE END

The Woodland Town Clock - An Environmentally Friendly Poem

Here in the forest is the Woodland Clock

Steadily going Click Click Knock

It’s a day in the life of our animal friends

All the way from start to end


From 6 to 7 the animals prepare

For the day’s glorious affairs

They brush their teeth and munch their toast

Before kissing goodbye the ones they love most


At 8 the children slowly get dressed

My, won’t their teacher be impressed

When they show up in their uniform

With smiley faces all slick and shawn


At 9 the kids set off for school

Here’s Billy Squirrel on his skateboard - cool!

Teela and Tanya laugh all the way

It’s another merry school day


At 10 the adults go to work

Be in your places, don’t be a jerk

The nut making business has just begun

As all the men put tough shell hats on


At 11, it’s break time at the school

Play with others, abide by the rules

A rumbling sound? Nah, just a piece

In Billy’s tummy, mustard and roast beef


At 12 - oh no! The alarm has sounded

The school’s destroyed, the children rounded

The diggers have come to destroy the wood

Like any soulless mechanism should


At 1, the trees are all cut down

Broken acorns lie all around

Workers manage to struggle free

But some were too late - dear me


At 2, the birds flee their nests

For the workers use repellent for pests

The acorn factory lies blackened and burnt

Amidst the once dew-covered green fern


At 3, the forest fires begin

The families cry out, trapped from within

A rainstorm calms the inferno down

And that’s the end of their woodland town


At 4, the animals have nowhere to go

The children cry to mourn the ones they know

But somewhere, there’s a twist of fate

Read on to see what the animals await


At 5, I see all the animals scared

The destruction left them unprepared

A kindly reserve warden I am,

I call myself Reserve Warden Sam


At 6, I call out “Off we go!”

The animals took off all their clothes

Primitive again, they hop into my van

Driven by me, Warden Sam


At 7, we reach my nature reserve

It’s a place my animal friends deserve

As they run off, I cry out “Be free!

Not only of destruction, but responsibility!”


At 8, I got to my little log house

And slump on my armchair, quiet as a mouse

Through the window, I see the animals at play

They’ve found light in the darkest day


At 9 as I prepared for bed,

I turned to you and then I said:

“We must take action, the animals need you

To make their natural world better too.”


THE END.

Ronald The Ragweed

Once upon a time, in an enchanted inner city park, there lived a little turquoise ragweed named Ronald. The park was the most tranquil place on Earth, so no one could hear him when he said:


“Brrrr-ruffle-ruffle!”


Every day, he looked all around him for a new friend, only to find the big shoes of the people who come to the park. When people were about to step on him, he hid very quickly through a hole in a stone wall.


“Brrr-ruffle-ruffle,” he shivered.


One day, it happened that a great storm had hit the park and left a few bits of rubbish scattered around. Ronald peered out of his hole. He had never seen so much rubbish in his life! Suddenly, he heard a low hissing noise from behind him.


“BRRRRRRRR-RUFFLE-RUFFLE!!” he screamed in fear.


Some of the rubbish in the park had come to life. “Hello, darling,” said a soft, kind voice before Ronald - an old baby bottle top with eyes and lips hopped towards him. “I’m Mrs Cutee,” she introduced. “My friends and I are new here. Mind if I introduce you to them?”


“BRRR-RUFFLE-RUFFLE!” squeaked Ronald excitedly.


Mrs Cutee proudly proceeded to introduce Ronald to all her friends:


Baby Cutee - her daughter.

“Bibby-babble-booble!”


Sidney Sizzle - a snake who cooks the most delicious food for everyone.

“Ssssss….”


The Packet Twins, Twix and Twirl.

“Crinkle.”

“Cronkle.”


And….eh? What are these? Ronald could see three strange, goofy creatures sitting on the bench before him.


“Ruffle?” he asked, confused. Mrs Cutee chuckled.

“Those are creatures you made with the most powerful tool in the world - your imagination. Ronald, meet Mari, Helen and Scott.”


“Ruffle,” greeted Ronald.

“Taki toki,” smiled Mari.

“Gloop gloop,” went Helen.

“Yip-yappy!” went Scott.


At last, Ronald was happy. He now had a whole group of friends to play with!


In fact, they spent the whole of the next week playing games together.


On Monday, they played hide and seek.


On Tuesday, a bandwagon passed through the nearby town, so Ronald and Mrs Cutee led everyone in a dance party.


On Wednesday, they played tag.


On Thursday, they played Blind Man’s Buff.


On Friday, they did a conga line around the circular row of benches.


On Saturday, they took turns telling each other funny and scary stories.


And on the final day, they all enjoyed a big feast of sausage rolls and beef stew from Sydney’s magic cooking pot, his Hobblepop.


But after the week was up, something terrible happened.


Harold, the local park keeper, was out on a weekly night shift, and while Ronald was sleeping, he picked up each of his new friends and carried them away to be recycled at the local recycling centre in his rubbish bag.


The next morning, Ronald awoke to look for his dear friends.


“Ruffle!” he called joyfully.


No response. He called louder.


“RUFFLE!”


Still no response.


Ronald was about to call again when something stuck in his throat.


It felt like…no, surely, it didn’t feel like…yes! It was! It was a sickness called ‘emotion’.


Ronald cried and cried and cried. He cried so hard his slimy ragweed tears didn’t wash off the pavement.


Just as his eyes were about to ache from the gargantuan amount of crying, something caught Ronald’s red eye. He went closer to the mysterious rectangular object to see what it really was.


Ronald pulled it out from under the bench near the stone wall with a heave and a ho. To his surprise, there was a box of crayons. There was no label, it had no brand, and it was surprisingly clean. No matter how many times Ronald tried to dirty it, it still stayed clean.


Ronald opened the lid and peered inside. There was a quartet of crayons in four different colours - blue, green, yellow and red. Tucked behind them was a mysterious pink glittery card.


Ronald pulled it out and read carefully:


“Something magical will happen when you’ve missed your friends so much.”


Upon reading it, Ronald decided to draw on the pavement tiles all the fun times he had with his friends. The more he drew, the more he realised something: the drawings still stayed shining like hidden gold and jewels on the wet pavement.


But why? He thought to himself. Thoughts were still circling around his ragweed brain about this mysterious magic even when he went to sleep in his hole.


That night, a huge storm raged violently.


It blew down dustbins.

It ripped branches off the trees.

It sent benches tumbling about like acrobats in the wind.

It sent more litter flying about like a cosmic firestorm.


When Ronald emerged from his hole the next morning, the drawings on the ground had vanished! To make things more puzzling, a funny noise called out to him.


“Bllllrp-bllllrp!”


Ronald looked around in confusion. Who made that noise? He wondered. Then he heard another funny noise.


“Binki-bayna!”


And another.


“Grumble rumble!”


And yet another.


“Mooksy-cooksy!”


When Ronald spun around to see where the noises were coming from, there was a whole crowd of litter people before him, cheering and making funny noises loudly.


Ronald knew what he had done. His imaginative hope and patience had brought more friends to the park, to make up for the ones he lost.


The leader of the group was a ginger flavoured chocolate bar wrapper named Gingo.


And what did he remind him?


“Always look to the rainbow on a cloudy day.

Your old friends are calling you to come and play!”


And so, even though he had lots of new friends, Ronald was never lonely again…


…because he could always look to the rainbow to remember them.


THE END.