Hey! Roxy Goth, welcome to the year 2021! I hope the New Year celebrations went well for you. [As much as, you know, you CAN celebrate. I had a cup of tea at midnight, which I think you'll agree is such a ROCK'N'ROLL way to start the year.]

Anyway, thank yous first...

Thank you to KaliAnn, Average Everyday Sane Psycho, Steampunk Wilson, tonofthebalence and v-cut for reviewing the last chapter and to everyone who has favourited and followed so far.

After the last chapter tonofthebalence asked me if Beakley was alright. I replied with a quite detailed reply [sorry tonofthebalence] about why circumstances in Beakley's life led to her feeling upset at that moment. They replied by saying that what I written should be its own story [again, thank you ton!] and it now is. So of anyone is at all interested in Beakley's life before Ducktales 2017 there is now a fanfic detailing just that called 'Love Granny.'

Finally - v-cut - Grimbold left Myra before the wedding because unfortunately he had a last minute case of 'I-can't-believe-I'm-really-getting-married-itis' that turned out to be fatal. He disappeared about two days before the wedding and no one was able to find him.

Sorry for the insanely long authors note - let's crack on and happy 2021! [See chapter one for the disclaimer]

29/02/2020

I haven't managed to write in this for a few weeks. First of all I was recovering from that bloody weird ghost thing, then life just got in the way, you know?

We've done a little bit. Quite a bit as a matter of fact. Oh! I can't believe I haven't mentioned - we saw Daisy last week. It went SO much better than last time in the sense that I didn't want to punch her this time.

...I think it would be best if I started at the beginning.

I dragged Donald to the mall because...I was bored. So bored. Okay it wasn't just that I was bored. They do the BEST hot dogs at that place! And Donald was going because he was sick of listening to Scrooge, who had woken up on the wrong side of the king-sized bed that morning, complain about everything.

We drove there, parked there and went in. We were pigging out on the hot dogs when we heard: "Donald?"

We both turned [twin-thing] to see Daisy, who was standing there looking like she was choosing between the urge to faint and the urge to leg it out the building.

"Daisy." Donald said, looking gobsmacked.

There was a silence while they stared at each other. I looked from one to the other and - sensing that I was in the way - went. "I'll just...yeah." And shuffled off to a nearby table. I did debate just leaving the canteen completely, but there was a part of my that was worried that Donald and Daisy may end up hitting each other or something, so I decided to stick around.

There was quite a long pause, then eventually Donald asked. "How are you?"

"Good." Daisy replied immediately. "Good. You?"

"Good." Donald parroted back. "Yeah. It's going well." Another long pause.

Just as I was seriously thinking about going over and yelling at them to TALK TO EACH OTHER Donald said, almost shyly. "How's the shop? Good business?"

Daisy brightened up. "Yes! It's going well. We're getting a bit more business now. Clarabelle appeared with Horace in 'Actors Monthly' as that weeks Hollywood couple wearing one of our dresses and hairstyles and since then business has been booming!"

Donald smiled mischievously. "I bet Horace looked great in a wig and a dress."

Daisy laughed. "You know what I mean! Honestly, you haven't changed have you?" She said, and I swear it was said almost wistfully.

"Well, I have." Donald said immediately. "Quite a lot actually." Then he added. "Raising kids will do that to you." And Daisy WINCED.

I could tell that Donald knew that he'd crossed some sort of line by the look on his face and the way he started to stammer. "D-daisy, I'm sorry, I didn't mean-"

"Yes, you did Don." Daisy hissed looking at him furiously. She went to turn away and Donald, impulsively, darted forward and grabbed her arm. He said something to her in a low voice and Daisy muttered something back, and they stood there hissing at each other for a good thirty seconds before Daisy's eyes relaxed, her posture stopped being so tense and she nodded.

Don nodded to and let her arm go. By this point I was standing just behind them, still not sure if they were going to try and kill each other or not.

Daisy looked round and saw me. "Hello Della." She said, sounding a bit flustered. "How are the boys?"

There we go that question again! But at least she asked me this time instead of Donald. "They're good." I said, trying not to sound to tense. "Still full of energy."

I could've kicked myself! There it was, a great opening for her to talk about how full of energy they were when SHE raised them and how she knew all their traits from the moment she laid eyes on them. I tensed and waited.

"I bet!" She said. "April, May and June where the same when they were their age. Anyway. I'll catch you around sometime. Feel free to drop by the boutique anytime you like. We can give you a discount. Seeing as you know-" She looked sidewardes at Donald and seemed to be talking to him more than me as she said. "-You're a friend."

And with that she gave a little wave and headed off!

I waited till I was sure she had gone, then whacked Don of the shoulder and asked. "What was all that about!?"

He winced and rubbed his arm. "Nothing you need to worry about." He said, a little moodily.

I could tell he was hiding something and my best to get it out of him, I tried the puppy-dog eyes [It always works when Goofy does it], I tried threatening him, I even tried begging him. [Oh come on, Donny, PLEASE, tell me PLEASE!]

Nothing. He's the most annoying duck ever!

Damn it! It's driving me crazy! What the hell where they talking about!? It's been four days, I STILL haven't got any further, he just remains tight-beaked and mimes locking his own beak up and throwing away the key.

To which I mime strangling him, but he's still holding out.

Ugh!

I was going to write something else when I started this thing...what was it? Oh yes! We're taking the kids to the museum next week! Huey's request, of course, apparently there's a really rare jewel there he wants to see or something? It sounds quite cool, so me, Donald and Goofy are taking the kids there. [And yes Max is included in the 'kids' bit, I'm sure he's thrilled.]

We did ask Beakley and Scrooge, but apparently they've got more important stuff to work on? Whatever, there loss.

See you next time, Diary!