27 September 1982
Everything I have to say is about Melisande.
1. NO ONE CAN FUCKING FIND HER. I don't know how you lose someone, but we have. WE HAVE LOST MELISANDE because she keeps giving everyone the bloody slip. I know that's what she's got to be doing, maybe she's - well no I can't think of anywhere she'd be sneaking off to go.
2. Her father got his wife pregnant. Melisande isn't going to like it, I don't like that her father got married on principle. If it were me, I would be livid and I would have Cursed an entire house. Maybe the Marchbanks was right and she figured it out. Gods I had that sodding bastard and the fact he kept asking for Melisande both times he was here made me want to strangle him.
3. HER SODDING MENTAL BOYFRIEND CHECKED HIMSELF OUT. What a bloody overreaction and now if he gets brain damage that's on us even though we told him not to. I was nice to him. I was. Even if I spent the whole time wanting to hex him.
I want to find Melisande.
Well in case you didn't see my Drem got the Snitch against Hell Urquhart. Now normally I'm a for her (Scottish you know) and hope she beats everyone but the Magpies (and now the Wanderers) but I was so proud of Drem. It was a good catch. Wanderers play Tutshill Sunday, I have to work the night before but not the night of the match, should be a good one.
My birthday is Thursday. We're going out if you want to come. I'm going to be older than Finny again.