The mystery of the switching paintings

So first the good news. I managed to unlock the bathroom door. All it took was a couple of minutes of poking with a dumdum stick (thank you Linda, she also handed me a paper clip before i left work today to use if the stick didn't do the trick) Oh and a dumdum is like a lollipop in case you were wondering. Now for the not so pleasant news. I'm either losing my mind or theres a mysterious person living in my house who likes to rearrange paintings. We have these two paintings that my brother did of that famous picture of the Afghani girl... you know the one on the cover of the National Geographic magazine. They did this search for her some 20 years later or something and then they put that picture on the cover as well. (By the by the second picture isn't very pleasant. She has a moustache and she looks really pissed) Anyway I'm sure you know the one I'm talking about. Oh and funny story one day we had these visitors at our place and my mum always likes to show off pictures of the family and this one lady actually pointed out to these two paintings and asked if they were our relatives. She thought they were simply gorgeous! Americans crack me up i tell ya. Anyway back to the mystery of the paintings. I am 99.99% sure that the older picture was on the left and the new picture on the right. Sometimes i have been a little terrified when Ive caught my reflection in the painting. No not because I'm terrifying to look at (quite the contrary actually) but just cause i can sorta see myself and this scary woman's eyes. Anyway so i was pretty sure what order these paintings were in. A couple of days ago i noticed they had switched places. Yes switched. I have been staying alone at home for the last month and i hear some strange noises sometimes but i figured it was something outside. Now I'm terrified. Even as we speak (okay as i type) i can feel them (yes i feel like its two of them even though its the same woman at two different stages in her life) staring at me almost like they are mad at me for telling the whole world (okay the two people who read this blog) their secret. So if you guys don't hear from me again please notify the National Geographic channel. I'm sure they'd be delighted to cover this story.

P.S. I just baked a chocolate cake (not from scratch...it was out of a box) and my haunted house smells heavenly. Why hasn't anyone thought of making a perfume that smells of freshly baked chocolate cake? Or have they? Let me know if you've heard of such a thing. By the by the South African commentators are unbelievably biased. I was super annoyed and yelling at them last night. I mean they wouldn't stop with the whole short ball thing. Poor Dada faced two short balls and okay it wasn't a very beautiful sight watching him get hit on the helmet but he played beautifully after that!!! I wonder if the yelling got to the paintings. hmmm ill be quieter tonight. Alright i have to go try my cake. Pray for my safety. K?