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Dotty and Robin are now both wearing deKay’s “I LOVE ANAL” design. I despair.

On a happier note, writing letters in this game is a joy. Not to actual people, but to the animals. You know they don’t actually understand it on a code level, but Animal Crossing is as much about the attitude you bring to the game as anything Nintendo have created. So it’s possible to create great storylines just in your head, using the tiny scraps of information actually generated by the game. But my letters this evening weren’t about any great overarching story – I write letters in Sausages for that sort of thing – but just playing around with short tails and odd forms in the four line format. I wasn’t exactly creating art or poetry – “Down, deep, beneath this town an ancient evil lurks. No! Not Tom Nook! Gah!” and “ONE – DISEASE.. TWO – DEATH. THREE – FAMINE. FOUR – MOTHS.” aren’t anything to, er, write home about – but I was having fun. And that’s probably the important thing, don’t you think? And now those letters are probably lost forever. There’s a small chance an animal might show one off to a visitor, but it’s unlikely. They’re just like, I dunno, tears in the rain, or something. Just little random thoughts gone and then left behind.

Mind you, I might develop the idea of ancient evil sleeping under the town… waiting for its time to rise once more…

No! Not Tom Nook! Gah!

(Phyllis. Obviously.)

I’ve just been round my village and I’ve collected and sold all my fruit.

Wasn’t actually much left after last night – at least, not much of any value – but it still took a good few minutes to cart everything of to Nook’s. Six or seven trips, I guess.

Sold my turnips this morning, for a tiny profit, but I thought that was safer than waiting for the big score. I’ve now got 70,000b saved up to pay off my 120,000b mortgage. Should have the upgrade a day or two after Christmas, then, I guess.

So, I dug up a fossil this morning that I already had and after talking to Patty for ages until she mentioned she wanted one, I whipped it out and gave it to her.

She rewarded me with …a rare item? Nope! …a ton of cash? Nope! a rubbish 500 bells? Yes! Even Nook would give me more than that, I reckon. (If he wasn’t shut today.)

You know, I’ve been thinking about why Animal Crossing has the hold on otherwise relatively normal people and what makes two thirty-something men plan to meet up online to return a kitten to her lost mother… but I’m having real trouble finding an answer. If I do, I’ll let you know.

And talking of runaway kittens, Kaitlin’s back in town. Her kitten is in Sausages, apparently, so it looks like I’ll have to make more plans for a reunion. And it’s the kitten-end of things that gets the thank you, not me. I just get the mother out of my town for a while, which I suppose is a blessing in itself.

Argh!

Adrian was over and I’d dug up a fossil and it was one I’d got before, so I took it to Patty and she was so excited because I was making her lifetime dream come true when… BOOM! …the game crashed, kicking me out without saving.

So I reloaded offline, took the fossil to Blathers again and this time it was something different, one the museum didn’t have already. So poor old Patty is going to have a wait a while longer before getting her fossil.

Tried to go out, too, but nobody had their gate open. I’ve not been out for days, only had visitors.

So, Kody came round to visit. He let me set the time, which was nice, and turned up on the dot. I like punctuality.

He wandered round, checking the place out, and then gave me a measly score of three stars out of five. Apparently, I don’t have enough stuff. What? The place is full. Maybe I need a bigger house.

Still, at least he said he “had a killer time, yo.”