Dear Diary,
I am back at work and I will confide that sometimes I wish I could never leave. The lads were all so laconic but welcoming. They showed me pictures of their own babies, and although I would never tell K this, they all had much more normal size looking heads--
I miss them both most frightfully of course, and soon I will be settled in the new phase of my career. It has not been decided yet but I hope it is not the poncy wanker Household Cavalry. Those Garter ceremonies are embarrassing enough.
Oh, I say! A nude bather has got in difficulties at OrgoFest -- wait till Harry hears this! I suppose I will not be allowed to rescue her --- oh, it's a him.
Still, Duty is my Destiny, and
Ich dien
W.