( 'Cause I'm as free as a bird now... )­

Look at this one. I caught her trying to take off on a bitty toy broom that magically appeared in her closet. She said dragons made her do it. Dragons. I haven't the foggiest where she hears such things.

( Catapults )

( Carys )

( West )

( Veronica )


Having four arms would make life so much simpler.

It's such a relief to finally have decided on our new team! I'm proud to say that I am their Captain. Let's go Caerphilly!

Today is Penny's first birthday. She's grown so much in the past few months and she's lively as ever. You should see the mess she made with her smash cake.



( Family & Friends )

Ah, well. An end to another decent season. We certainly have our share of problematic areas to work on for next season, but making it to the semi-finals is not an accomplishment I'd deem as "disappointing". The Tornadoes were by no means a weak competitor in this season.

Harpies and the United will be a great match-up later today. I wish both teams the best of luck. I'll be pulling for the Harpies, myself. I'd like to see them go all-the-way this year.

I've realized something in the past few weeks, though. I feel like I'm the old bloke, now, with both of my brothers retired from the game; even if I'm not the oldest player on my team let alone in the league. Still, makes me wonder if I should look ahead to the next five years and plan some sort of retirement. I don't want it to be abrupt but I also want it to be definite so I can move onto the next chapter of my life and all that rot.

FUCK FUCK FUCK

OY MERLIN BUGGERING HELL

I--

SHE WAS SITTING. ON THE SETTE. WITH A SHAWL AND PAD.

AND. OH. I'M SUCH A BERK

AND. NOW SHE'S ON THE RUG. THEN SHE WAS ON THE RUG. SHE'S

SCREECHING CRYING. AND.

AND SHE'S ALL SLIMY DROOLY

WET. HAS BEEN. FOR DAYS TOO LONG

AND HER CHIN IS GETTING RED.

OY. OY MERLIN. I ONLY LET HER THERE WHILE I NIPPED BACK FOR A FRESH SHIRT. THIRD ONE TODAY

THE OTHER WAS SOAKED. BUT SHE SAT UP ON HER OWN. IT CALMED THE FUSSING.

I THOUGHT SHE'D BE FINE-- BUT I ALSO HAVEN'T SLEPT

I HAVEN'T THE BLOODY FOGGIEST WHAT TO DO. WHAT IF SHE'S HURT SOMETHING? AND THE DROOL! WETNESS! DROOLING! WHAT IF SHE'S DEHYDRATING?

I--- OY OY OY

HELP

Finals. Yeah.

Bloody hell. Quidditch in March is always such absolute madness.