MOUTH WHILE YOU'RE DRIVING: BINGO BOLGER-BAGGINS
The past few days have been less than stellar, I should say. Nothing says you're an embarrassment to the entire family quite like your relations falling into unconsciousness at the mere mention of your kinship. Well, I suppose the time mother chased me out of Hobbiton with a machette did that also. Still, chin up, I will endeavour to gain their confidence yet. Back when I was a political prisoner in Umbar all those years, in the fight for hobbit liberty, my fellow prisoners had a saying: "One day we will be given food and water." I shall not give up hope that one day my family will accept me.
To revive my spirits, I spent the afternoon yesterday playing golf at the Country Club at Frogmorton. The Far Green is one of my favorite places in the entire Shire; I don't know why really, but when I am out on the Far Green somehow I feel like I belong and . . . and that I am loved. Having paid my membership fees may account for the belonging bit, I suppose.
I do miss my nasturtiums now that the oliphaunt has eaten them all.
Perhaps I'll go visiting today.