But I am, at least, finally settling in nicely here in Hobbiton. Though I still have to be
In other news, I couldn't have thought of a more delightful place for that condescending elf I met to be billeted than Sancho's. It makes me almost feel sorry for her. "Almost" being the operative term. And I wonder if I was too hard on that
And wouldn't you know it? The mushroom pie I made this morning for Frodo and Sam, now that dear Sam is finally eating again--thank goodness, has gone and disappeared from the window sill. I can only hope that some very needy hobbit took it, which is a pity because they just had to ask and I would have given it to them. Oh! It just occurred to me that it might not have been a hobbit at all that took it--it just might have been the work of good old Pete again! I bet that's what happened. I shall just set about making another one presently, or maybe raspberry chocolate crisps. Then perhaps I'll go visiting.