A solid timeline is an intrinsic part of any serious investigations. Here goes.
11pm last night (Wednesday). Estimated time biscuits were opened, I know there were five, as in my head I had one per day left of 2023.
Daughter was asleep by then, husband was in bed, son was in his bedroom but awake. I did not hear anyone go downstairs. We have a really creaky step which I have deliberately not fixed as it would thwart burglars.
Today (Thursday) daughter and I were out 11am til 5pm. Husband was out 10-11am and 3-5pm. Son did not wake up until 11am and was out 3-4pm. Cat was in all day as does not like windy weather.
20:13 today (still Thursday) I discovered the crime and sent a WhatsApp on family group chat asking nicely who ate my biscuit. In capitals.
Daughter came downstairs laughing. Guilt laughter, I thought. Ridiculous mother, she replied.
Son summonsed. Dead pan denied it. Reminded me of previous incidents where sister has nicked chocolate.
At this point, and I’m not proud, I said we needed to take the cat to the vets for a very serious operation right now as it was obviously him who ate it, so get your coats on we’ll all go in case he doesn’t pull through.
Both children were laughing at me by this point and accused me of being dramatic.