Dear Diary

Dear Diary, This is to be absolutely top secret, especially from my niece who is so straight laced and proper. She has no idea of what I am doing.

Today, Dear Diary, is unlike any other. We have weather: sunshine and a little cloud. The willy-wagtails are chittering on the patio chasing spiders and other luckless small creatures for a meal. Truely Dear Diary, I am shocked at the cheek of birds even considering devouring such small helpless creatures. We have plenty of moths, having not long met their demise from the blue light, which I inform you, is so much more decent than a red light.

But Dear Diary, there is work to do, and I can hear my niece bustling around doing dishes, which means she will be, ever so gently, reminding me to take my pills, and to have a Nana nap. She is so bossy!