Damn Rats
One of Grandmother's damn rats bit my finger this morning.
And she told Mum that I had "upset poor Edgar", so it's all my fault.
Fantastic.
If I don't get out of here soon, I'm going to go absolutely mad. With Marie, Mum, and Dad all going on about the fact that Marie's a bloody prefect, I doubt they'd notice if I left.
It's forever until September 1st.
I hate summer.
And she told Mum that I had "upset poor Edgar", so it's all my fault.
Fantastic.
If I don't get out of here soon, I'm going to go absolutely mad. With Marie, Mum, and Dad all going on about the fact that Marie's a bloody prefect, I doubt they'd notice if I left.
It's forever until September 1st.
I hate summer.