Finnigan's RPG

I think my cats have decided that I shouldn't work on Sundays. They keep sitting outside the door, mewing, hoping I'll open it. Or maybe they think if they meow (and by "meow" I mean "squeak"), it'll active the "open" mechanism eventually. Which it sort of does since I don't stay in here all day. So I suppose, ultimately, the cats win.

Of course, once I opened the door, they ran off. But I hit a road block that I think some fresh air might help. Someone to help test this would also be nice, but And maybe some crispy chips. Maybe.

If the weather can keep improving, I think I'll go flying soon. It isn't like that Just have to decide where.

[Left with a note for Romilda after he comes in from work on Saturday night/Sunday morning. Swearing was involved. It arrives in pieces to be put together by the recipient and is charmed to wave slightly as if in a breeze once completed.]



Dear Romilda,

Slightly belated Happy Birthday to my favourite flatmate. Apologies for forgetting to put this out before I left for work. I know it's weird, but I wasn't sure if you'd manage to kill a real one. Enjoy.

Charlie

One week till my birthday!! I have yet to figure out what I'm doing, but really that just means I'll end up at either Finnigan's or Wingbeat, or possibly both. Though I am more than open to suggestions if anyone's got another idea.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my best girl ROMILDA!

Here's to another year of your special fabulosity!!!

Romilda,

I know I'll see you later, but everyone deserves to wake up to presents on their birthday!

Love,

Emma xxx

Enclosed in a prettily-wrapped parcel adorned with ribbons:
• A voucher for a massage for two
• Pink vodka with gold flakes in a bottle shaped like a diamond
• An expensive picture frame to suit the decor in Romilda's bedroom containing a photo of the two of them dressed up to the nines for a night out and blowing kisses at the camera

I wasn't feeling well

But


I'm feeling a lot better now