



The 'Secret' diary of Abigail Bernard, an eight-year old Princess in France


.... pip pip pip ...
... sputnik radar in place Captain Bill ...
... Indeed Colonel Abbie ... over ...

.... pip pip pip ...
... investigation mission launched, Captain Bill ...
... Indeed Colonel Abbie ... after you ... over ...

.... pip pip pip ...
... biff-on-nose-mission now launched, Captain Bill ...
... Indeed Colonel Abbie ... ouch! ... over ...
No way! Bye !!! we're off ...
.. to our 'out of Abigail's way' abode ...
.. in Nathan's bed!! ...


I'm not feeling well at all ... Mama and Dr Dahoun here in the picture with me have both said the word 'Pyelonephritis' a lot - whatever it may mean, its making me shiver a lot and my temperature has shot up to 41 ... poor little me, I feel so lethargic, all I do is sit in my Mama's arms all day long, and when her arms aren't in the offing, I sit in Christine's arms, or Pauline's arms ... I had my first in a long series of antibiotic injections last night, and I'm starting to feel a tincy wincy bit better ... it might be a while before I'm back to my startlingly charismatic self ... but all the love and affection being bestowed upon me from all my loved ones is making me better already... watch this space ... I'll keep you all posted on my progress!!!
I WAS SO SO PLEASED TO SEE HIM AGAIN!!!
And I did notice that he was pretty chuffed to see me too!!

It then took him precisely 30 seconds to start fighting with William (over me, I might add ...)

And then, we noticed that once me, my car-seat, my parafanalia, accessories and Mama's bottom were all in the car, there was simply no room left for Nathan and his purple suitcase ..

so William very kindly helped him to wheel it all the way home!
What a good thing we live a stone's throw from the boy's school eh??




"Listen Curly Wurly, Nathan has gone away on skiing holidays in the alpes with his school for the week - don't you remember seeing him off with his oh-so-boyish-colour suitcase this morning?"
