Yes, that's what I wrote...and why shouldn't I? This is what books like this are for right? Sharing feelings and ridiculous stuff like that.

Well, I'm very happy today, firstly the guards...well...they've sort of improved...but that's not the reason.

No, the reason is I saw Guinevere! I'm starting to wonder about how we're working the servants here...I mean, if she's so busy I can't even find her for days on end. Well, that's just not right. You know, now that I think about it, Merlin has no right to complain, I give him time off left, right and centre. It's ungrateful, that's what it is.

Still...I wish I could tell Guinevere about meeting her younger self...but yes...I couldn't possibly do so without sounding like I'm insane. Which is a shame...she really was a cute kid! Much cuter than I gave her credit for...I remember her...well not much at all, probably because Morgana was always in my face over something or other.

Which I probably should thank her for, because if I'd been as terrible to Guinevere as I had been to others when I was that age, she'd probably hate my guts.

Hmmm...I wonder what Morgana would think if I got her flowers, for no reason at all...