Filing · Cabinet · No. · 74

Today has been another trying day. So far. I do not even wish to think about what will happen next.

This morning, Commander Vimes (whom I shall be pleased to call His Grace the Duke out of spite) came and shouted at his lordship for about ten minutes. I cannot believe his lordship allows this. It is utter rudeness. However, I have remarked this before; his lordship is extremely gleeful about 'steering' His UnGrace the Duke, and this was obviously another occasion on which he got something done without His Grace the Duke noticing.

My ears noticed, though. Ugh.

Around lunchtime, his lordship had a visit from Mr Spools, who talked with great enthusiasm about the Freak in the Hat. I can hardly believe he's for real.

I've been wondering about this; since the firm is called Teemer and Spools, where is Mr Teemer?

Just a small break.

The Freak in the Hat stole another one of my pencils. Next time I shall leave a trap on it. Perhaps a substance which slowly rots your flesh...

But I digress. What I should be making note of are the things that have happened so far today.

I have not yet received Clerk McGuffin's report, which she promised to write up a few weeks ago. I'm sure she had a lot of sleep to catch up on and a lot of scumble to get out of her system, but next time I'm sending a different clerk to investigate the Lancre Witch Trials. Clerk Clackett should have been an obvious choice, seeing how Lancre is her department, but she has been on leave and I've not the heart to call her back yet.

In the mean time, Clerk Brown is off on a possibly risky investigation into whatever happened to Clerk Nacmacfeegle -- who was looking into Roundworld Pubs. I hate to think what evil they may contain.

Due to some administrational problems [shudder], I have not yet been able to update the List of Clerks, which is causing me a headache.

And then, just about half an hour ago, the Freak in the Hat fluttered by again. Gods, I could strangle that man. He does nothing according to the unwritten rules of Engaging Your Tyrant. He just throws decorum out of the Oblong Office's window and grins and gleams his way through an interview. I wasn't even allowed to take notes at him in a threatening way. It's as if his lordship is treating him with a gloved hand.

Sometimes, life isn't fair.