Jack and Ernest

After a short stint in Harrogate, I'm back in Hertfordshire, to resume my doing nothing. Which is seriously becoming a bit annoying now. I need to find some activity. I need to take up a hobby.

I know.

I should pick up drawing again. Haven't done that in ages. I think picking up Art was also something the Grand Tour people did, so that would be nice and historically accurate. Or so.

It'd be better than trying to get Ernest to add me on Facebook, because no matter how much I try, he just doesn't seem to want to. Which annoys me to no end, because I always add just about everyone with whom I have friends in common and I live with his brother, for goodness sake. I've added friends' siblings after only meeting them once, and they've added me. Sure, I haven't met Ernest yet, but surely that can't be too much of an obstacle. Besides, if he's truly as mischievous (I love that word) as Jack makes him out to be, then he can't be too picky about adding people – can he?

Even the photos on his page are completely uninformative, being impersonal things like sunsets and whatnot.

Oh well. I shall meet him, one day.

Jack's been acting absolutely annoyingly lately. He's always off to the city – fine by me, house to myself – but whenever he returns he's in the foulest of moods. I like Jack, he's my friend, and I hate to see him look like that, but he also refuses to tell me what's what and that just annoys me. I'm not a naturally curious person with regards to people – I'm not a gossip, no matter what people say about me – but if he keeps staying away like that, something he clearly doesn't enjoy, I'm going to ask questions because I'm worried.

I wonder whether it has anything to do with Ernest being sort of incommunicado?

I hope nothing serious happened!