Haven't posted for a while, been kind of busy to be honest. I lost Pywacket a few nights ago, unfortunately he didn't come back for 3 nights. Finally got him back about an hour ago! When he got back he seemed really edgy (well for an owl anyway). He isn't himself that's for sure, he is nervous and jumpy. Something or someone has scared him and I want to know who/what it was.
The woods have taken on that eerie look again, even with the snow making it look lovely there is still an undercurrent of evil running through it. Its as if there is something in the woods watching silently. Even gran and Aunt Maud have noticed it and told me and my friends to steer well clear for the moment. Problem with that is you tell me to not do something and it makes me want to do it even more. LOL.
On a plus note, Savannah has been hanging around with us alot more the last week. She said she cant bear it at home at the moment and wants to be out of the house as much as possible on the lead up to Christmas. Apparently her brother has done a runner (you know the one that had a wild animal accident). Her family are really worried about him. Its got to be about 0 degrees outside during the day alone so god knows what the temperature is like at night. Lets hope he isn't sleeping rough and has found shelter somewhere warm.
Finally decided on Aunt Maud's present, someone suggested a nice colourful scarf and I found one in the local market yesterday. I think she will love it. Thank you to the person who suggested it.
Its funny how the Christmas holidays make you think of people who are no longer here. I started to look at my mum and dad's old photo albums again this week. Some of them are very grainy and hard to see much but others are clear as a bell. One picture in particular caught my eye, its a picture of my parents looking really happy at what looks like a local carnaval. I am in a pushchair holding a red balloon. What caught my eye was the man in the background of the photo. He appears to be frowning at my parents and really didn't look very friendly. When I asked Aunt Maud about it she tried to change the subject, so I went to Gran with the picture. Gran took one look at the photo and gave out a little cry and dropped it like it was on fire or something, she was as pale as a sheet too. I was so worried I told her to sit down. She didn't seem to remember I was there and kept saying to herself, "I thought this was dead and buried"! She suddenly snapped out of it and gave me a hug. Like Aunt Maud she changed the subject and I didn't like to say anything after the reaction she had to the photo.
Oh well yet another mystery from my families past to solve.
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