2 January

My first kiss of the New Year wasn't from Peter after all. It was from Uncle Jack! I think that is really rather hard. I am certainly not going to be in love with Uncle Jack! Does this mean the end of my love affair with Peter Flint? He is such a cypher always. I searched for him all day yesterday and only found him just at dusk, when he was carrying out his evening duties, but just then I heard the bell for dinner and was obliged to leave! Today, the weather was ghastly, and I was not let out. I miss him to *death*!