Freddy · Honeychurch

Things have been rather quiet of late. Lucy's gone. I hardly had the chance to spend any time with her.

I haven't heard from George in ages. Of course, I haven't exactly sought him out, either. I hope all's well with him.

I...hmmm...

Lucy? Are you around? What shall we do for Christmas?

Look what my typist made for me? Isn't it just lovely? That's because it's me! Haha! *Slaps his thigh and laughs*

That was my formal picture. See how I'm all dressed up. *Wrinkles his nose* I like to look nice, but I'd much rather be comfortable, so here's another picture (my typist keeps calling it a doll).

I think they're absolutely adorable - the spitting image of myself. *Cheeky grin*

Well, I suppose it's time I wrote an entry for this journal, it being new and all. I like my new typist so far. She's a nice girl. Sort of reminds me of Lucy at times. Although this typist girl is a lot more giggly than my sister.

I haven't been able to go in the chat yet, but I hope to soon. I'd like to see what's so great about it, and see if I can't make some friends.

*Looks out the window at the pond and suddenly brightens* Hey, Alec! And Maurice, and anyone else who's interested. How about a bathe? Down at the pond? C'mon! It'll be fun!

*Suddenly remembers something he wanted to say* Oh, yeah, and Miss Beth March...*blushes*...Beth, if you're reading this...hi...send me a message. We haven't talked for a while and I thought...*is shy*...I just thought maybe you'd like to talk or something. Leave me a note or something.