"Issy, she's back!" I ran downstairs and joined Mum. Looking out of the window, I could see her too; there, in the priest's garden opposite our house, was Fanny, complete with flyaway grey hair, pyjamas and a fan. Of course, I immediately ran and got my phone, so I now have several videos of her lovely dancing/tai chi.
Fanny didn't used to be called Fanny. When we first saw her about eight or nine months ago, she was in the same place, but wearing a ridiculous old skirt, and was skipping with a skipping rope. Very badly, since she was really just stepping over the rope, but she'd trip over every now and then anyway. So she was called Skippy. She made another appearance the next weekend, doing skipping, as well as a new addition to her repertoire - handstands and backflips. Now remember, this woman is probably at least 50, and does this in public, in a priest's garden that she shouldn't be in.
Fanny, or as I said she was then known, Skippy, disappeared for a bit after that. Probably because she saw me and Mum watching through the blinds and laughing. We did contemplate calling loads of people round to skip across the road in a line, skip round her and then back into the house.
When she reappeared about a month later, the skipping rope was gone. Instead, she began to amaze us again, armed only with a large black Japanese-style fan with some kind of gold calligraphy on it. She was doing all kinds of tai-chi sort of movements - stretching her legs out and waving her arms in the air, that sort of stuff.
This happened about twice, then she disappeared again. By this time she had become Skippy the Fan Dancer, or since she no longer skips it seems, Fanny the Fan Dancer. I had told my friends (accompanied by live demonstrations of her dancing by me) and Mum had told some of the family, so Fanny had become a kind of legend among us. If we saw her, it was like a little slice of Christmas.
So today, seeing her again was enough to put me in a mildly happy mood (as well as the chocolate bar I found downstairs in the kitchen).
Before that, I was re-watching the first film of Death Note for the third time. It's good, but quite morbid.
In a nutshell, it's about this 18-year-old genius guy, Light Yagami (or Raito as the Japanese pronounce it). His dad is the deputy director of the Japanese Police Agency, and Light is training to join the force - he's actually already helped them on a couple of cases. Then one day, he hacks into the database and finds out about all the criminals whose cases have been dropped or unsolved. Disgusted, Light goes out one night and ends up finding the Death Note, a black notebook that has dropped from the sky. It says on the inside that anyone whose name is written in the book will die. Of course, Light doesn't believe it, and so when he gets home, he writes down the name of a murderer whose name has been reported on the evening news. The next morning, the killer is dead. Light realises the power he has, and starts to use the notebook to kill criminals around the world, in his own version of justice. But the Death Note doesn't come alone - with it comes the Shinigami, or God of Death, Ryuk, a huge apple-craving guy who looks a bit like some kind of Goth
person. See, here's his picture.Unfortunately for Light, the police obviously get involved, already sure that the killer lives in Japan. As the number of victims grows and the JPA are no closer to finding the killer, they have to involve 'L', the world's greatest detective. He has never shown his face in public, and has a man called Watari carry round a laptop that he uses to speak to people through, via a voice changer. L gets right into it, setting up different situations to deduce after only a week or so, that the killer - or Kira, as he calls him - is a college student in Tokyo. And since Kira is getting hold of secret information on the investigation, the most likely suspect is Light Yagami. That's not the end of it though.
Wow, I've been doing a post a day for about a week now. Even if most of them are absolute rubbish.
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