cocina conversations

Dear Diary,

Another wet día so I’m sitting in the biblioteca to write this, not that I mind so much because I do amor books, after all. They’re such an escape when this place gets dreary o the atmosphere stuffily unbearable. Anya is in a huff again; about goodness knows what. Ferdinand says she’s getting far too haughty and Derek says she’s getting too big for her boots. I’m inclined to agree with both of them. I don’t know what’s got into her lately. She’s changed from the girl I used to know. I think it’s something to do with the fact that our parents favour her over the rest...