Searching For Sunlight

I forgot to sniff the sunlight today. Even though there was a huge amount of it around.

Guess I'll have to discover its fancy smell another day. Maybe it'll be like vanilla. Apparently Superman smells like vanilla according to Louis Lane and some super powered lady villain who kissed him. Probably because Superman is powered by the sun. Tomorrow I'm going to test out the theory, that Superman smells like vanilla due to the sunlight that powers him.

I'll probably disprove it, but it's worth a shot. Much better than watching TV at home. Sniffing the sunlight and working out if it's anything like Superman's armpit.

Today's topic is Cluedo, for no other reason than it can be.

Do you think Columbo ever played Cluedo? I can imagine him, back bent, nose low, over a tattered board of Cluedo. Trying to work out the clues, while chewing on a stubby cigar.

"You were in the library, when I was in the study, but you weren't because the microfilm never left the kitchen after I made a BLT sandwich with extra mustard."

Eyes twitching and strained in the direction of the other players, he'd probably rock back on his heels, slouching into his comfy seat and then wave his hands up in defeat. Like he normally does, pretending to know nothing, then quietly unraveling everything when the villain thinks he's a complete bonehead.

Columbo you've done it again, you've won at Cluedo. Now we can move the dead bodies and get on with that game of Twister.