Turning Over A New Leaf: Episode 12 – ‘On The Waterfront’

New arrivals in more ways than one. All those oranges I planted have finally borne fruit as the trees from them come to triple my return. There’s also a new arrival due called Lucy down in the south-east corner of Dalby.

I’ve sent everyone a letter with one contained letting them know they’ve no excuse not getting their five-a-day now.

You’re lucky I haven’t shoved that rook up your backside, Camofrog.

What makes it even more bizarre that he offered to sell me the rook afterwards.

He was right about good things coming to those who wait.  125 Bells per turnip make for a very nice return of 30 Bells each after buying them for 95 Bells a few days earlier.

Isabelle has been nagging me to meet the former mayor down at the docks. After putting it off because it sounded a bit too mafia for my liking, I decided to find out what it was all about, Alfie.

Great. If it all goes wrong, there’s an escape craft. Or is this a Napoleon set-up where crap mayors are sent to exile in an Elba?

Will check out in due course.

Fauna has become the latest victim of fleas. Poor Fauna. She was too embarrassed to take around a parcel the post office had delivered to her instead of Sylvia. Under the circumstances, I agreed to deliver it to the correct addressee.

Are the fleas being spread by the Dalby post office delivery service? It wouldn’t surprise me if that moth eaten old hag Phyllis is riddled with them.

Pretty near looking home Sylvia’s got.

Changed the town tune a little bit – all I did was take out the random notes from it.

This is the jokes, folks. Don’t like sharks, likes hammerheads and saw-sharks. Duck logic!

Hippeux doesn’t seem to have grasped that oranges are for eating, not fashion accessories. Sigh! I bought it from him and planted it near my home.

Another day, another ‘piddling 198 000 Bells’ loan paid off to Tom ‘Del Boy’ Nook.

Sylvia developed an obsession with arowanas and begged me to catch one for her. They’re worth 10 000 Bells. I must have been mad, but I did it and gave her what she wanted. Keep the villagers happy is my motto.

Found this drunk gull in a sailor outfit lying drunk on the beach.

Gave up trying to wake him up in the end. With any luck the tide will wash him back out to sea.

New neighbour, another pig. Here’s hoping she’s not got an ego as big as Kevin’s – I don’t think Dalby could cope.