Mum and papa Dad wouldn’t stop bickering at the table so I excused myself and hid in the study, doors locked. It’s ridiculous, I know, but they’re so persistant that I’ve had a near-constant headache since she got here. Don’t misunderstand me, I love my mum – dearly – even with all of her meddling. They just can’t stop picking fight after fight. It’s almost as bad as Hattori-san and I. But at least we’re still children, not full-grown adults. 

I told Baaya that I had cases to work on, which I do… but instead I’ve been rereading the James Herriot books. I think I can get away with it so long as I get back to work once everyone else has retired for the night…

Life continues to get more complicated. I have a date this week (arranged by mum, of course), KID has somehow managed to get tangled up in mythological nonsense, Hattori may or may not be legitimately psychotic, the charity benefit may be in danger, and I don’t know where I fit in anywhere.

All I want to do is read about the countryside. How long is it until Paris, now? I hope that the trip won’t be called off due to some unforeseen tragedy (which seems to be more and more likely these days). 

I miss Kaito-kun… but I don’t dare call him, not while everything is so ambiguous. I’ll just… keep reading.