Well, my first day's on Monday at the NYPD! It still gets me excited every time I think about it. Tom has moved in and he's all chummy with Dad. My parents have decided to give their relationship another go and have booked a romantic weekend to Venice. I have told them to mind for turbulence, but they don't listen to me. Maybe they might end up in Glyntafon...

Anyway, back to news, um, Peter has a new girlfriend (not the one I caught him cheating with, she's long gone), but none other than Julia, my old boss! With her shallow attitude and his obsessive nature, they'll be perfect. It's like the old saying goes isn't it, two wrongs make a right. Um, Dad has hired a few new butlers and chefs and has thoroughly checked their back story. He has even made them swear an oath of loyalty. Bit far if you ask me, but oh well.

Amelia has moved onto bigger and better things and is now head chef at the Hard Rock Cafe. Oh, and you're probably wondering, what happened to the family of mystery, Gruffy-, I mean Rhys (I really need to remember that) and Alfred.

Well, Rhys (Haha, got it right that time) has gone back to Glyntafon to "find himself" and has promised to send me a postcard.

And Alfred. That's one heck of a see-saw. I had to give evidence against him and it was very good evidence, brilliant actually, but he used the sob story. BUT. The problem with barristers is that they don't really see the sob story, they see the facts. And so, the case continues, I have to give more evidence in on Tuesday, but I'm not going to let that spoil my new life. My new life that started with a haywire trip that ended up being the greatest time of my life. So, until next time friends, hwyl fawr! (That mean goodbye. Tom's been teaching me Welsh).