23, November - the Shack

Well I never!
I woke up, got outa bed. It’s been five days since I came back to the dear Shack and every moment has been interesting and (somewhat) humorous. Well it was - that is - until this morning. I pulled on my dressing robe and half tied up my hair (I should have it re-coloured by that witch sometime soon. It’s greying again) and tottered down the stairs as usual.
Everything appeared normal; no one was up yet (lazy sods); Daisey (the cow) was out in the field with Ying and Yang (my donkeys) munching grass; and the sitting room, as I came in, was nice and tidy with Cidius on the couch again. Everything was perfect - everything except - the armchair by the heart - my favourite armchair! It’s legs were broken and the fabric was torn all along the back. I stood there in shock for what seemed like an hour (well, it was my favourite armchair!) and thought to myself: who could have done this?
I narrowed by eyes at Cidius, drooling at the mouth and snoring loudly. That little… ugh! I was so sure it was him. Whacking him a couple of times across the back got him up. Served him right too - breaking my favourite chair.
“What?” he cried and lashed out at me! Me - an old woman! The nerve!
“I dud no do it.” was his reply to my questioning him about the chair. Hmm. Now a liar as well as a vandal.
It was about ten in the morning when the rest slowly started to get up. Redwick dunked his head in the bathtub of rain water out front and then came in wringing wet, dragging murky water across the freshly clean carpets. I’ll wring his neck someday! Lapin followed shortly, then Gin (whisked down by magic. I say I‘ll never get used to it!), then Tath (he had got back the day before) and finally Merrick.
I lined them up in front of the armchair and by the ludicrous look on their faces they’d thought I’d finally lost it. Or at least they did until I pulled back the white table cloth which covered the ruined chair.
Redwick rolled his eyes and Lapin chuckled. The nerve! I gave them a couple of whacks on the shins (except for Gin who managed to stop me with magic. Damn the boy!) to keep them in line.
And… well I’d best make a long story short and tell you I now have to go to Venore to buy a new chair (and of course find a new job. The Shack is lovely but there’s one or two problems - constant cleaning; not having a key to the basement; etc - besides I need a place and something to call my own.) because not one of them would own up to damaging the chair.