Dear Diary, What a stink in the loft today! Edvard Van Eee has been cultivating moss from the gutters and he's been trying to light it up and smoke it! Ever since we have been hiding from the Nazis Eddie hasn't been able to go to the coffee shops for one of those cakes that make you sleepy. Remember the ones Uncle Huthy gave me? After I ate one of his chocolate cakes I fell asleep and woke up with a headache! Not sure why my knickers were on inside out when I woke up though, going to the toilet really hurt for a while too. Uncle Gambolski hasn't been able to stop laughing today, apparently Mr Lennonskovic got caught and has been rumoured to have been seen in one of the camps wearing a green and yellow badge on his jacket. Rumour has it that the camp is over run with misfits, grotesques and people with horrendous malformed 6 fingered hands. Camp Naaritch I think its called. Uncle Gambolski said he'd rather be gassed than have to go there. Anne
