Meg came back after fourteen hours.

She looked terrible. Muddy, filthy, soaking wet.

She jumped at every sound and ran around the house nervously.

She'd obviously been through some kind of ordeal.

She hasn't eaten and I'll tell you, that's extraordinarily unlike her. First she was cleaning herself, then she just fell asleep.

I've spent most of the last five hours crying because I honestly thought I'd lost her.

We might never let the cats out again. Because we believe that Meg was being chased by something.

Hmmm, yeah.

I don't want to sleep tonight. I'm still worried about her, she's terribly frail.

BECAUSE I AM AWESOME, I today bought five postcards of the beautiful Gladys Cooper for £10. They're really stunning and I'm going to have to scan them and post on ladyaudley, hahah.

And then, when I got back from Haworth, I bought a 1913 fashion magazine on Ebay because I'm sort of addicted at the moment, although I'm only going to buy things that are sort of investments.

There's a signed picture of Alice Faye in The Souk. It's worth a lot of money, but mostly for the frame which is solid silver so that's kind of depressing, I really want the picture but I'm not willing to pay £200 for a frame I don't even want. It's sort of ugly. But the picture is incredible. And signed!

There's a major lot that I'm bidding on and REALLY want to win because it's an absolute bargain that ends at about 4AM tomorrow morning. I might have to set an alarm or something. I know it sounds stupid, but I could make a lot of money out of this item and I'm really interested.



I'm putting my £100 towards all this good stuff, you know. It's the only way I can justify it.

I also discovered that The Souk has two Victorian fashion plates for sale and, folks, you have no idea how tempted I am. £10 each. 1843. My favourite era. Oh, it's tough being me.

I'm so bored with myself.

I really ought to get to church next week because I do feel sort of lacking in anything. Lacking in emotion or anything.

The BAFTAs tonight were mostly awful. The only high points were Pan's Labyrinth winning Film in a Foreign Language and James McAvoy getting clapped - the proud look on Anne-Marie Duff's face was worth hours of misery.

Also, never ever google Joan Bennett with large images filter switched on. I did NOT need to see that.