January 15th, 1981
News came from the States yesterday. Mira has taken up with a Russian boy of reputable origins, apparently. Gran isn't too pleased, but then, who would expect her to be? Appeared in my Floo last night for two hours, ranting on how since Renee got married to a handsome young fellow named Robbie and they've already got one on the way, why couldn't Mira follow suit? Several hints also heavier than cauldrons were dropped, and I think she means for me to be married before I'm 25. Horseradish.
Looked through new correspondence yesterday. Apparently, Ministress of Switzerland wants to negotiate about the new wand materials being delivered to their stores from Romania via us. This is so boring. Department of International Affairs such morons and couldn't handle it, so I've got to sort out some idiot's half-arsed talk about dragon heartstring.
Harold sent five more bouquets of roses this morning. Some men won't take no for an answer, apparently. Ah, well. at least they're scented rather nicely, and Lachesis seems to take delight in clawing one of them to death, so I suppose I won't throw them out. Yet.
Argh, Harold's sent another owl. Must go to shoo the annoying creature out.
Looked through new correspondence yesterday. Apparently, Ministress of Switzerland wants to negotiate about the new wand materials being delivered to their stores from Romania via us. This is so boring. Department of International Affairs such morons and couldn't handle it, so I've got to sort out some idiot's half-arsed talk about dragon heartstring.
Harold sent five more bouquets of roses this morning. Some men won't take no for an answer, apparently. Ah, well. at least they're scented rather nicely, and Lachesis seems to take delight in clawing one of them to death, so I suppose I won't throw them out. Yet.
Argh, Harold's sent another owl. Must go to shoo the annoying creature out.