Today it rained. Big thunderclouds came overhead and I decided to hide, as I don't like strange and deafening noises.
Lynettea thinks I was hiding in the wardrobe and I may have been, but I prefer she doesn't know everything about what I do, down to the last detail.
In the afternoon Lynettea went to the theatre just around the corner from us. She said it was an exciting play called Bracken Moor, with piercing screams and thunderclaps. It was difficult for her to tell which thunderclaps were coming from outside and which were stage effects.
After one thunderclap a ghostly figure appeared on the staircase and after one piercing scream from an actress Lynettea felt the sound rush down her spine and the air go cold.
She may enjoy that sort of thing. I do not.
At twilight the rain had passed and big insects were flying around. I tried to catch some, but Lynettea pulled on her lead.
She says that, as I am a Russian Prince, I have to have a bodyguard in the street. I don't think she is a very good bodyguard, and besides, I am taking her for a walk. Sometimes I think she is trying to CONTROL me.