Erm…yes…

Dang the old bird, she’s way too cunning for her own good. I’d apologise for Granny Were breaking in on my journals like this, but actually, she does have a point…

As for keeping her at bay, with full moon approaching I’ve got to come up with a watertight plan really soon. Plus I’m going to have to put a telpath net around myself so she can’t winkle my new password out of my head. And I’m probably going to have to change it everyday, because I know her, she might well sneak up on me while I’m sleeping. And I can just imagine Chicken Man waking to see Granny’s beak peering over us in the middle of the night. It doesn’t even bear thinking about.

I can’t imagine what got into High Command when they authorised Granny’s visit. I also can’t help wondering if this isn’t some form of punishment for some crime I’m yet to commit. I bet I know who’s really behind this though. It’s probably Aunt Fouwl, hell bent on making my life a menace. Urgh, relatives! Ba-kaaaak!