10 April

Today is 10 April. April showers bring May flowers and so on. Bloody April showers also bring mold spores, colds and damp sheets. Write a freaking poem about that. That saying was clearly NOT written by someone living in an ancient castle in northern Scotland. If it had been it would have been more like "April showers bring bad temper and bubonic plaugue."

Everybody is sneezing and snuffling and calling me Seabus. "Seabus, get be subthig to drink." Or "Seabus, could you get be sub bore blankets?" Of course I can. It's not like I have other priorities. It's not like I'm falling victim to the black death myself.

This will probably be the last time I ever write in this book. The sickness will claim my body by the end of the week. ]

Seamus