No sooner did things calm down than Erchi set fire to Bag End in revenge for Frodo's indescretion. So we spent yesterday evening putting it out, though not before losing Uncle Bilbo again, but he seems happier in the noncorporeal mode so no need for tears. And today Grandmum organized the restoration of Bag-End. And by tomorrow it should be better than new---with a new paint job and furniture, mostly supplied by Merry Gamgee, and Grandmum's even installing that arboreatum she promised Sam.
On the personal side, I had a lovely chat today with Elanor's grandmother, Ms. Cotton. But I had a less than lovely chat with Pippin and Merry Brandybuck. You know, Merry and I went for a rather nice walk yesterday, and even at the picnic, I got the distinct impression he was interested in more than friendship, and I admit the flirtation was pleasant enough. But then I walked in on him and Pippin bragging about beating Erchi for his indescretion, together with a mention of me in less than favorable terms and I have to say I got a bit angry. And I'm not ashamed I did, but it's left me feeling a bit anti-social. So I think I'll just stay in the shed today. And try not to look at this little flower pressed in my journal here . . . that Ham gave me when he left. Or how I miss Trotter, and mum. I hope Frodo's back soon.