......and we were taken to the house of Joyce and Ray.

Joyce was quick to place a very large book over us. A curious custom.

Ray gave Helena wooden and leather replicas of Romula and myself, I suspect so that she does not miss us during our separation.

Things here look good....we're close to the radiator and Joyce and Ray like handling us...I think we'll like it here.

When Helena came home she packed our belongings in a bag and then transferred us to our holiday home.....

Oh sister! Where am I?

With a shake of the duvet I suddenly found myself spreadeagled on the floor. A shocked Helena reached out to pick me up, but shaken by what had just happened, instinct had me shoot under the bed. No amount of coaxing was going to bring me out - I needed to collect myself.

So I was left alone.

For something to do, I worked my way through an electrical cable, which ran alongside the top end of the bed. Then I created an entry through the bed's hessian base, and accessed the draws in the divan of the bed.

It was a whole new world.

Some hours later, when Helena began looking for me, she tipped the bed this way and that. It made me feel quite disorientated and that is how she found me, dazed and confused.

I was returned home to my sister and shared with her tales of my adventure. I think it beat her time behind the chest of drawers.

Home Again

After much hunting in corners, behind curtains and under furniture, my gone-walk about sister was spotted peeking out from behind a chest of drawers. Helena was quick to return her to our house and securely lock the doors.

This morning we are gamboling on Helena 's bed while she's having breakfast and writing. She's shared with us some muffin and cheese and a clementine.

Oh sister, where art thou?

Helena left our house door open last night, so that we had the freedom to run around the landing.

Knowing my sister's passion for electrical cables (the telephone was cut off mid-conversation last week), Helena sectioned off her route into the living room - a cable hub.

But I have to hand it to her, no door or make shift barricade would stop her accessing them.

She managed to push open the door and is in there, somewhere, we think.

After much hunting - she's nowhere to be found. The only sign of her is a knocked over, porcelain cup, located on the desk - I'm impressed with the heights to which she has scaled.

I have remained in the house, on the first floor. I feel comfortable here. But I do miss my sister.