Ludovic

I think I'm lactose intolerant now. On account of all the ice cream. Well that's just all well and great. I guess I need to give credit to Amelia, though thankfully I haven't gained any weight or cellulite. Only my gut suffers on the inside.


Though now I need to find a new flavour of the week for comfort food. I've been craving these things I ate in America when I dabbled in Quodpot on holiday in Salem. They have these pieces of chicken all covered in spicy sauce and some white sauce with celery and for the life of me I can't remember the name. Only that they were delicious, and the old man at The Leaky looked at me oddly when I asked if he could make them for me. I don't think they're Indian, because they don't taste like curry, but I miss them. And seeing as I can't eat any more ice cream or I'll get cellulite on my arse like Miss Bones says, I need to move to a new snack food.

Pumpkin Pasties
Ice Cream
Chocolate Frogs
Root Beer Floats
Candy Apples
Chicken pieces all spicy with celery

It's next on the list.

Game against Holyhead tomorrow at 5 o'clock. Should be interesting, I imagine. They're a lot tougher than they seem, despite being all girls. Knocked me clean off my broom the first time I played them, must have been 19. Then again, I was staring at that gorgeous keeper they've got - a mistake not soon to be made again especially after she got that broken jaw two years ago in the Falmouth game.

Not too worried, considering. It's Falmouth you've got to be careful about - brutal bastards, really. You think Skele-Gro is a bitch to take? Try it when you need to fix your nose. You know how many nerves are in your damned nose?!

Woke up this morning with a bruise on my thigh, roughly the size of a bludger - big shock - and oddly enough, in the shape of what appears to be a kelpie and a giant squid fighting it out to the death.

From a different angle it looks like a manticore.

I don't exactly remember if there is a branch of divination devoted to bruise patterns that can foretell the future, but I am keeping an eye on this. In the event of a battle between a kelpie and a giant squid in the near future, just remember - I CALLED IT. Or rather - THE BRUISE ON MY LEG CALLED IT.

How exciting this journal is so far. A bruise pattern journal. Thrilling.
Oh well. I do know some keep journals for their dreams, so I guess it's the same thing. Besides, the only dreams I can ever remember aren't exactly decent to write about

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