Mrs Dandiflower Moves In

It was moving in day for my new neighbour. I say my new neighbour as if I have never known her before. I have actually known her for many years and wife’s parents knew her too. She is my new neighbour because she used to live on the other side of town and now she finally decided to retire after about thirty years of saying she was going to. Her family have all moved away and she has rattling around in that big house of hers and she just wants to have a quiet and easy time in her latter years, maybe.

When Mrs Dandiflower was looking for a house she wanted one that was at least at it’s highest on the ground level and had very few steps that led to the garden so when this stump became available and next to people she knew well, she couldn’t have been happier. Signed on the dotted line moved in, down sized her life into this beautiful rooted deep in the ground and perfectly situated next to a large river and a almost stagnant pool.

Our daughter looks after her pet dragonfly on this pool, she is only eight years old but does want to start racing dragonflies and will be old enough soon and maybe trying to show it in the events arena at the “All Lands Show” in August every year. Mrs Dandiflower has encouraged her on this saying little things like, “It will help her socially whilst growing up” I really don’t have any issues with this at all as Mrs Dandiflower has a lot more time available to help Seren with this and the social aspect of all this is perfectly fine. Some of these events have helped build some real young ladies.

Mrs Dandiflower and her team of helpers finished moving a large house and put is all into a tiny house and a little bit of magic cast in a place or two has helped massively. The party that followed was a real shindig, the mead flowed rather to readily and the dancing was still happening the next morning. The next day was spent next to the river watching Seren flying Seren Bach, she named her dragonfly after herself, I said she should choose something menacing to call a racing fly, something like bullet or bruiser and she agreed saying that after the first race all will be menaced by Seren Bach.

Journal Entry No. 1

I have been in this horribly amazing land for three weeks and five days.  Just yesterday I was given this almost empty journal after two people here said it would be to my benefit.

As I have never written in a journal before how am I supposed to know what to write.  At the best of times I can think a complete load of rubbish.

On the very first page it has written in some beautiful old school script, “Stars always shine brightest at night.” And underneath I have been told is the same thing written in the old language.  Anyway it looks very nice.  The book itself is made from leather and is hand made by my grandmother.  Not sure how she made the paper but it is stitched into the leather from and back with some big leather stitches.

My grandmother is one that told me to keep one and said she always used to keep one and wrote in it everyday.  However the Polyphant told me that I would be unable to take my Journal home. Apparently that doesn’t matter though, seems a bit pointless to me.  But, on the brightside he did also tell me that a journal is a way to put on paper what is already stored safely in your head, so if I need to remember anything all I have to do is think hard.

Everything seems to be hard.

Anyway, this is the Land of the Dead, this is where some of the dead, retire is as good a word as any, retire to.  It took me a couple of weeks to be covinced that I am not dead.  They did eventually convince me, but I am not sure.  They said to me, “So Seren are you dead?” I said, “No” and they said, “Well there you go then” This is the some total of their argument, oh yes and the little bit where they added as if it was an after thought, “You would know if you were dead, trust us on this”

I will reserve judgement.  I think that is enough for entry number one of probably one.