Monument

since i last wrote, dere readers, st custards hav been closed becos of the dred CRONERVIRUS, a diseas so evil that even matron canot stare it down.

alredy for sevrul weeks we hav been taking weedy precortions eg. washing our hands, which is aparantly a new idea to peason, and standing 6 ft apart at all times. thus rugger hav becom v difficult.

(SCENE: rugger field. gillibrand is bearing down on me)
GRIMES: tackle him, molesworth!
ME: (pulls out long stick with CLAW on the end)

gillibrand did recover and was back on his feet in a few days.

since then, we hav all been sent home early becos of soshal distuncing. the cheering of the boys was matched only by the grones from yore mater and pater when they find they must live with you for six weeks and canot leave the hous. as for me i am locked in my room with the inturnet for at least eight hrs a day. molesworth ii bang on my door.

molesworth ii: please pla animal crossing with me
me: silence, i am bisy
molesworth ii: merge dragons is fun
me: begone
molesworth ii: wot are yore thorts on pokamon
me: (pulls out long stick with CLAW on the end)
 

pulls out long stick with CLAW on the end