Ah, youth.

Sometimes, when I am wakeful, I stay up and read from the various books I've let accumulate dust over the years. There was a rather brilliant anthology of various authors of Britain over the years, and it had the most curious ancedotes tossed in between the pages ( Read more... )

Lewis down the street continues to blather on about some horrible weather on his way. He says his knee keeps telling him there's a storm on the horizon. Trying to point out that the same storm has been coming for twenty years, according to that knee of his, just seems not worth the effort ( Read more... )

Popping over with a bit of that, Fletcher!? You DESERVE the sodding black eye you have now. Honestly, TRYING TO GET ME... THAT!?

Do I look like a bloody child of the seventies! YOU GET THAT OUT OF MY HOUSE THIS INSTANT!

It is amazing how much can change in just a few days.

If you can read this, he's trying as hard as he can. We all are. Do not fear.

We're all trying.

Anyone, really.

I need Firewhiskey, and I cannot get any on my own, obviously. Please?

I forgot how quiet the house is.

And lonesome. Forgot that too.

I'm afraid I've been a bit lax lately at filling out this lovely journal. After all, it is rather like a full time job, looking after my darlings.

And no, I don't mean Kingsley. He looks after himself just fine, actually.

It was a lovely trip, really! I was looking forward to seeing a select few old friends, yet ran into so many more! Goes to show, you can hardly ever plan out your life point by point. But I suppose I have other reminders of that, eh Shaklebolt ( Read more... )

For a few days, I shall be going up to London to catch up with a few dear acquaintances of mine at the Ritz. Please feel free to leave messages, but it may be a bit of time before I have a chance to answer them ( Read more... )