Jul 22, 1997 22:05
Ugh. I think I'm rotting by the day.
Seriously, this stupid farm just sucks it out of you. Mum and dad've been bonkers and haven't even let me get to Diagon Alley but a few times, which is ridiculous, really. Carl's getting stir-crazy, you know. Well. I suppose after being stuffed into a trunk for a good four months or so, you'd get all stir-crazy, too. That's what this farm is. A gigantic trunk.
Only real highlight of the summer: went to an Appleby Arrows game! As the Monarch would say, bloody brilliant. And really, it was, it was smashing! Other than that, I've been taking "inventory" and showing my cousin Albert around the place. (Albert Callard, by the way, if you might possibly remember him maybe. Hufflepuff from a few years back.) Mum and dad are just thrilled that he's here because he, you know, actually cares about all of this work. I mean, sure, plant stuff's kind of brilliant, but he's just enthused or something, I don't know. It's summer. I should be flying on a pitch or something. And I'm not.
Good thing about this week: might possibly be making a trip to Diagon Alley. I owled Leanne, Alicia, and Angelina to ask if they'd like to meet up and eat somewhere, but if anyone else wants to meet up, that'd be ace.
It's good to hear that some people's summers are going pretty brilliant.