Friday 10th November 2006

My mistress wants me to publish some of my dairy. It all came up as we drove to the dog sitter yesterday. She casually asked if I had thought of putting any of it together as a book. I was mortified. I explained to her that it was private and she shouldn’t have been reading it in the first place. She apologised for being away for my birthday and said she hadn’t realised that I would be so upset. I started worrying about all the other things I might have written about her in the last ten months and started to get quite cross. In the end we had a big argument and I wasn’t talking to her by the time I go out of the car. Now I realise how silly it all was and there isn’t much I can do about it until I see her. I feel dreadful. Seeing her looking so sad as she drove away when I wouldn’t say goodbye really got to me, but by then I was too late. I have sent her a text message but I don’t know whether she has had it or not. I did wonder looking back, whether anyone would be interested in publishing it. Perhaps I should try and find out. Maybe I could start with a book about all my woodland friends and leave my diary until a bit later. I wonder if my mistress would help me put it together.

My mobile phone beeped as I wrote that last paragraph. I am so relieved I have had a text message back from my mistress saying ‘I am sorry too. I love you. Mum.’ That is what I call her at home, I know she isn’t my real mum but somehow calling her ‘mistress’ would all be a bit formal. I am so glad we have made up, but it is never quite the same if you can’t have a cuddle as well, and I do so like being cuddled.