minor irritations
I lost at chess to a third year this afternoon. I didn't see it coming. I was doing good, I had just taken his knight! When all of a sudden, boom. My king had a knife to his little porcelain throat. Thirdie just laughed at me like the little bastard he is. And then I had to give him three sickles. Three of my hard owned sickles! Madness. Really.
But, in my defence, this third year was much too clever for his own good. AND a snarky bugger.
So, mum sent me a jumper. It's cranberry. I don't reckon I'll be wearing it. Alice, love, dear, would you like a jumper? I'm sure we could find a way to make it your size...Unless you don't want it in which case I'll probably use it as a potholder for when I'm in the greehouses. SPRING is here, and all that. (Also, I love you Alice. Just thought I should remind you.)
My birthday's on Wednesday. Eighteen. Merlin, I'm old.
But, in my defence, this third year was much too clever for his own good. AND a snarky bugger.
So, mum sent me a jumper. It's cranberry. I don't reckon I'll be wearing it. Alice, love, dear, would you like a jumper? I'm sure we could find a way to make it your size...Unless you don't want it in which case I'll probably use it as a potholder for when I'm in the greehouses. SPRING is here, and all that. (Also, I love you Alice. Just thought I should remind you.)
My birthday's on Wednesday. Eighteen. Merlin, I'm old.