December 23 2001
Sunday
When Madeline arrived yesterday it was late and Harry Potter
was asleep so she put
him straight to bed, so I
didn't see him until this morning. He only wears glasses now, just like the ones that the book Harry Potter
wears!
Madeline says he needs them but I'm sure he doesn't and that she makes him wear them so that he'll look like
the Harry Potter in the book. She's even had his
hair cut like him, and I could swear that the last time I saw him he was a redhead. I considered teaching him to fly
from
the top of our stairs but I felt so sorry for the little bugger that I gave it a miss. Apart
from that I would have to use the long brush, and
I didn't want my parents seeing me with that particular piece of household equipment
in case they got any ideas about me cleaning the house.
I do enough
cleaning around here with the rabbit hutches.
In the afternoon
I had to take Harry Potter out for a walk.
I refused to at first but my father said it wasn't Christmas Day yet and presents could still
go back, so I
had no choice. I called for Stinking, who also has his married sister staying with them.
She has a
three-year-old son, Michael. I asked Stinking if his father's surname was Owen, but he said no it was
Angelo. We took them to
the park and had a game of football with them. Me and Stinking won, 27 - nil. Joke. Then we
sat on on the park bench telling dirty jokes for about an hour.
Michael Angelo told the best one. Joke. Then we went home. No joke. |
