What Monday Mornings Look Like

My Dear Fellows and Dear Princess,

Well, to be honest, this isn't EXACTLY what Monday mornings look like. That would start about 45 minutes earlier and would involve a bare-arsed version of me, coughing, spluttering and farting myself into the shower.

It's all a bit too glamorous for blip, is what I am saying, and I don't wish for any of you to become over-excited.

My Monday was not eventful. The newsflash of the week is that Smock is not here for TWO WHOLE WEEKS and probably just as well because she's been getting right up my arsehole lately. Also Lemon's. 

We roll our eyes at each other, and laugh behind her back, but now we have carte blanche to do it right out in the open for a fortnight and we can't get into trouble.

You won't tell her. Will you? You'd better not. I'll deny everything.

S.