Aug 3, 2017
A fellow MFMM-fan got the job she wanted yesterday, so Lego-Phryne of course threw a big party in her honour. Hugh somehow ended up in my bed. Dot was livid, but he swears he doesn’t know what happened after he drank from the grog Bert and Cec brought. Apparently it had just got in from Queenscliff. And Jack has seemed a bit distraut all day. Was there any phracking going on behind our backs…?