I am depressed.
The weather is very bad and cold. It is the coldest of all the time I have been alive.
This is the paper and what it says is true.
So mostly I sit in my bed
or lie in Mum and Dad's bed
or sit on the sofa.
Then I look out of the window hoping so see someone I know.
I ask Dad if I can go out, but when I go out
all the snow is grubby
and ugly and icy.
Yesterday Knutty came over and he wasn't very cheerful either. On Valentine's day I saw Charlotte out of the window but we did not go for a walk together. It is going to snow again tomorrow. Mum says - well, at least it isn't Boston.
I do not know or care about Boston.
I have never been there.
I am not having any great thoughts lately. Nor is my mum.
She made a cookie but she would not let me eat it because of the chocolate eyes.
I did not get to eat the cookie Margaret decorated either.
I hope you are having a better time than me.