January 3rd, 2001


How New Year went.

I didn't even refer to Harry as Harry in this old post. He was "Mum's dog" and he'd been thrown up to Nan's house with me for the New Year. I hadn't really got used to him. He's an absolute sweetheart though, I'm glad I stopped whining about him and started wuvving him, etc.

Mum was being flirted at by lecherous members of the rock and roll clique, it meant neither me nor Nan could contact her with any ease at all. We feared for her safety, in fact. Typical paranoid lot, our family.