So Curt, Big Top and Dotty sang me tunes. I love all three animals, but I had to go with Dotty’s tune. It seemed to mean more to her than to anyone else. At least, I think I’ve done what I was meant to. I told her she was hired. It’s odd, not as organised as I’d expect. Ah well.

Curly’s packed to move out today. I’ve barely talked to him since he moved in, so he’s welcome to go. I’ll miss his flowers, though.

Frobert needed medicine for the second day running. He must be really sick. I hope this doesn’t throw his training regime off too much.

And, finally, I hope there’s no limit to the number of new trees that grow each day, because I planted hundreds of them today. None were in old tree places, but I hoping a fair few of them will survive.