As you're all terribly nosy and I obviously haven't any secrets at all anymore.

I'm doing perf qui . . . much better now.

But not, I think, well enough to put up with much in the way of conversation from most of you.

( For my eyes only. )

( For My Eyes Only. )

[Private, to Vlad]

I've something I think you should see.

A distinctly curious creature, the rhinoceros. Is't not?

There is a horse on the premises.

In the bathroom, as a matter of fact.

The bathroom on the third floor.

I rather thought it ought not to go unmentioned.

Hmm. I haven't written here in, oh, precisely perhaps a week.

Well, then. As I'm feeling succinct:

Were I to sum up the current state of affairs in a single word, I rather think that word would have to be "perfect."

Busy.

That is all.

Well, that was a surprise.

Who's a sweet kitty? Does kitty want his tummy rubbed? Yes?

I'm off because kitty is pretty, yes, and needs showing off, yes he does, yes he does.

Due to an experiment of Privetier's, I can say in all honesty that it smells like a basket of roses around here. And it will smell much more like one Wednesday night when the bouquets pour in ( Read more... )