Aunt Penelope and Uncle Winston have had a simply DREADFUL fight! They often do that, and then they make up afterward and everything is ducky for awhile, but this time I think they might not be making up for some time. Uncle Winston has left for his hunting cabin, and Aunt Penelope says she is going to change the locks!

Dear me! This means I may not get to go to Spain next week, as was planned! If so, I shall be extremely put out, and I intend to make everyone's life simply miserable about it.

Furthermore, my Zebra-striped Porsche is on the blink. It makes a horrible sound and then stalls. Damn! It's going to be one of those months. I can just feel it in the air. Everything is all rainy and gloomy outside and I HATE this place! I want to go south NOW! Nobody every listens to me! I shall find ways to make them listen, mark my words!

TTFN! Veronica