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Dear Diary, There was a bit of excitement last night (finally!). We were just setting up a game of Ker-Plunk when who should appear but the Archangel Gabriel? Literally just appeared, no warning, no polite knock on the door. Nothing. I’ve never been a big fan of Gabriel. He’s got this smile that makes you … Continue reading
Dear Diary, Well War eventually made it home last night, lugging a semi-conscious Famine along in a wheelbarrow. I asked where they’d been and if he knew what happened after the poker game, but he just gave me this look and said “Let us never speak of it again,” then went and dozed off in … Continue reading
Dear Diary, It’s official – we no longer have a Death! He didn’t come back, so his contract has been terminated. We’re still waiting on the formal announcement (great, more bloody trumpets) but that’s it – Death is gone. If past experience is anything to go by he’ll be changed into human form and left … Continue reading
Listening to: Famine’s arteries hardening Mood: Excited Dear Diary, Today is going to be a big day for us here in the shed. Firstly, we’ve heard word that Death’s contract will be officially terminated if he doesn’t show face back here by noon today, and secondly, there’s a new Argos catalogue out! It’s almost too … Continue reading
Listening to: Silence Mood: Unsettled Dear Diary, Well there’s still no sign of Death, but he must’ve been back at some point because all his gadgets and gizmos have gone. Not sure how he managed to sneak past us, but then Death can do all sorts, so there’s no point worrying about it.
Dear Diary, Got back to the shed a few hours ago and fortunately Death was off out somewhere. The atmosphere in the shed is always that much lighter when he’s not around. There’s nothing more off-putting than trying to play Twister with the spectre of Death literally hanging over you.
Listening to: Tinnitus Mood: Concerned Dear Diary, Yep, it’s official – Death has gone mad. To be honest, it doesn’t come as a great surprise. He’s not the first Death to lose the plot, and I’m almost certain he won’t be the last. We’ve had nine Deaths in total now, including him. I don’t know … Continue reading
Dear Diary, Been back from the shops for ages, but when I got in there was a stack of ironing sitting on my chair, so I’ve been working through that for the past few hours. Trying to press Famine’s tracksuits is like trying to iron a marquee. Of course, it would help if he took … Continue reading
Listening to: Death muttering Mood: Disappointed Dear Diary, As I’ve previously mentioned, being one of the Four Horseman of the Apocalypse is a much less interesting job than it sounds. Largely it involves sitting around and drinking tea, which is fine for the first few thousand years, but it rapidly gets quite dull after that. … Continue reading
Listening to: Nagging self doubts Mood: Queasy Dear Diary, The rash has gotten worse. It has stayed the same size (thankfully) but it’s much greener than it was and my whole thigh now smells like a fisherman’s glove. Even Death commented on the smell, and from what I can tell he doesn’t actually have a … Continue reading