Hope and wonder and magic

So...well, the first good news is that I am horribly sick, having caught whatever it was that the Heart-Trampler had when I went round on Wednesday. It started coming on last night and this morning I've woken up hardly able to breathe. As you can imagine I'm really pleased about that. Anyway. You may remember at the start of this whole shenanigans I made a post about a few special cases, one of which, as you will recall, was the Magician. He resurfaced today and I do believe, ladies and gentlemen, that he's about to start the hunt. We'll see. I am not sure how that's going to go because - see, it's the same thing as before; I find him very funny and witty and charming but...I think he's too old. He certainly doesn't look it, I'll give him full credit for that (and yes, I've seen recent pictures, he was featured in a magazine article recently so they're pretty accurate), but I just think priorities tend to be different. As my Benjamin Braddock said to me, however, people tend to make judgements about things like that without checking with him first, which I took on the chin, actually; he's right.

Oh I don't know. I am just bored with it all now. I'd like someone to give me a hug and look after me a little bit. That's all.