A message from Glock

Ahh have it on good authoit'eh thut our lord and masta thut tosser fulconbugger never reads is own diary once a day is gone... so ah'll take this opportinut'eh to examine tha magic book that 'e uses. I dunno whut 'es on aboot with this dreaded lurgi... 'es not sick. 'es just sulkin. Missy the Maid tells me thut 'e fell over in the bathroom, 'it 'is elbow or sumfin or some such tripe. There was also mention of the fuct thut 'e 'appened to be balanced on the edge of the bathtub ut tha tiyme whilst peerin across the wey through a certain layd'ehs tower windah... and that maybe 'e was caught unawares hence the sudden lack of balance. Anyway's Ah best be off and get back to meh workshop.... am sure me toasts almost done. ach. Aye. haggis etc.

PS 'es a right tool thut mun.