Dear Diary
Over on the Facebook page I introduced the idea of a Diary feature, allowing us to do a little fantasizing about what any of our cast of characters might record in a private volume.
You can post a page any time, just like the haphazard nature of keeping a diary for most of us. Would an UNCLE agent be inclined to do such a thing? I don't know, maybe not, but we're a fiction crowd so it's all fair game anyway.
Use the tag dear diary if you do post an entry, and let's see what goes on behind the scenes when an agent writes in a diary.
I'll go first with these two entries from April Dancer.
Dear Diary,
It’s been a rough week here in BabaloonieLand. Of course, that’s not a real name because that would be against the rules. Right, like we follow rules here at my uncle’s house.
Poor Mark, he got conked on the head with a two by four. I managed to get the guy who did it, but I broke two nails in the process. Now I need to make an appointment for a manicure, and that means making them all even because of the two that are broken. Darn it!
I got to spend the morning with blondie, the one whose name I dare not speak. That’s a good line, someone ought to use it in a book or a movie.
Anyway, I’m officially smitten and a little afraid that someone will spot the way I ogle him. I need to not do that, it’s very unlike a spy. Oh, I mean a very observant and self-controlled woman.
That’s not really what I mean, but I do feel a little like a schoolgirl in love with her teacher.
Oh, wait, I’m not in love. I just think he’s cute… you know, in a manly way. He doesn’t like to be called cute, which makes me want to call him that even more.
Ha! Anyway, at least I’m no longer in Babaloonie Land.
A.
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Dear Diary,
I cannot believe that the Old Man sent me to a nunnery, to quote the Bard. I have never felt so uncomfortable in my life. I mean, posing as a nun? Do I look like a nun?
Well, I will admit that there was a certain calm about the place. At least there was until I discovered the THRUSH agent who was posing as Mother Superior. Wow, what a surprise when I ripped that head thing off and there was this platinum blonde chic that looked more like a … I’m not even going to write it down here. My diary is sancrosanct! Ha, I learned that in the convent.
Oh, no signs of Blondie for the past few days since I got out of my habit, the nun outfit. He and my boss are out on assignment in some top secret location. I miss those guys, they’re cool. And Mark is cool, of course. My partner had to play the part of a gardener at the convent, I think he’s still washing the dirt out of his hair.
I can’t talk about any of this, and probably shouldn’t be keeping a diary. What’s a girl to do when she doesn’t have anyone to listen to her secrets?
That’s it for now Diary.
A.