Aberforth Dumbledore

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I’ll be out for an hour or two after the pub closes at some point this week. Not Order business, just something else. Nothing dangerous.

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And people wonder why I prefer goats to humans.

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I'm at St Mungos in London with Bill. Things took a turn for the worse this morning. He thought I was Colin and then he attacked me. The Healers are muttering something about a curse but won't tell me much more than that.

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So was the mysterious Ella correct or is it mere coincidence that just days after she told me that I would soon be forced to bathe my pet, I was indeed forced to scrub my goat from head to tail because some snot-nosed little arsewipe whose mother shall be told of his antics, because yes, I damn well know who the little toerag was, decided to drop a bucket of something slimy and disgusting over the fence on top of her. Frankly I'm not sure which offended her more - the slime or having to be washed.

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I believe it is an exceptionally fine morning. The air is crisp, the birds are singing and my goat only tried to bite me twice when I was feeding her this morning.

If anyone is looking for a Valentine's free refuge tomorrow night and has not already found one, I can guarantee that the Hog's Head will be free of all pink hearts, red roses and other such accoutrements of this most manufactured of holidays. I'm not one to get overly cynical about love but I'm certainly part of the 'if you need a special day in order to remind you to tell the person you love that you love them then you're an idiot' chorus. If you love someone, tell them. Don't wait for one day a year.

On a somewhat unrelated note - to any crafty types out there, we'll be shearing my Angora and Cashmere goats come spring so if anyone wants to put dibs on some of the resulting mohair and/or cashmere wool clip, now's the time to raise your hand. It can be dyed to order so let me know amounts and colours and I can make sure you get what you need for a good price.

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It’s events like last night that remind me why I like goats far more than people.

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So. Olaf. What's the real story here? Because I'm not inclined to believe his drunken recollections because they're always wrong and his whining is starting to irritate me. I'd like to be able to pull his teeth. Metaphorically speaking.

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I've just bought a new flock of goats. I've already got flocks of Angoras and Cashmeres to produce wool and a flock of Boer goats for meat. Now I've added a nice flock of British Alpine goats for milk and cheese production. Right useful animal, the goat.

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Just a note to those who chose to see in the New Year at the Hog's Head last night, anything you leave in the pub will become my personal property to do what I will with if it’s unclaimed after 72 hours. Unless it’s the brassiere I found in the corner this morning. That’ll go to Mrs Thingummy down the road. She likes a nice frilly piece of nonsense and it's guaranteed to earn me dinner and a couple of hours of genteel flirting followed by an hour or so of not-so-genteel flirting and then it's anyone's guess. Always a nice way to spend an evening.

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