If the fog and the frost wasn\u2019t enough, we now have wind. Lot\u2019s of it. James hoped for lots of rain so that the route to school would flood, but I don\u2019t think he is in luck. I\u2019m glad it\u2019s him and not me trying to play football in this weather!<\/p>\n
We are reasonably optimistic that my mistress will get her car back next week. The parts should be in today. It\u2019s already been 2 \u00bd weeks since the garage took it away, what\u2019s another few days between friends? My mistress has at last sorted all the paperwork to make it English as well. It will have a new number when it comes home. It\u2019s rather sad really, little by little all traces of having lived in Belgium are being erased. It\u2019s almost as though it was all part of my imagination. Except I know my mum is still there and some of my brothers and sisters. I wonder how long it will be before I can go and visit them. I\u2019m thinking of hiding my Belgian passport so that my mistress can\u2019t trade that in too.<\/p>\n
I found a nice cosy spot to sit while she is working, by her feet, underneath the desk. It\u2019s all right until she stretches her legs out and I\u2019m in the way. No one shouts at me here though. I find it hard to know what\u2019s expected of me some of the time now. One minute James will want to play and I get all excited. Then the next minute I run up with my big red bone and instead of playing he shouts at me to go away. It\u2019s safer under the desk. I don\u2019t get to play with my big red bone but I don\u2019t get shouted at either. The other two children will arrive tonight, so there will be more people to tell me to go away; three if you include James\u2019s friend.<\/p>\n
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