Dr. Dume ~ The Doctor is In

Friday 13th was not good to me. I had hearts ready to send but Senga vetoed them. Apparently she is now the only one allowed to receive hearts from me. Perhaps it's just as well, since she knows how to cook them.

Saturday 14th was little better. Senga has this whole slobbery lips thing going that's really unhygenic and particularly horrific, but she likes it. She wants to stay in my room. An illogical and downright silly idea since Dume Towers has more rooms than I've been in. We are hardly cramped for space.

We are in what she calls a 'relationship'. As far as I can determine, this means I can't dismember her.

Sort of takes the fun out of it, for me.

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It was all that professor's fault.

After his last visit, I decided to try out some of the whisky. Normally my preferred drink is warm and red but he likes the Islay malts so I thought I'd give it a go. I usually keep some here just in case he visits. I get so few repeat visitors it's worth nurturing the few that come back.

It was like drinking smoke, and then fire. It has a strange effect on the mind and especially on the eyes. Everything looks attractive. Even Senga.

Anyway, there was a Thing and now it appears Senga expects me to marry her as a result.

The trouble is, Leg-iron cleared off with Mother's wedding veil and I have to get a new one. It's important. Very important.

Senga really needs a veil. Preferably a steel one, bolted permanently to her head.

Like Mother's.

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