Sir Guy of Gisborne's Diary

Entry 2

Cockcrow

Cockcrow, rhymes with cock grow. 

Mid morning

I hate my life even more than I hated it yesterday, and yesterday I hated it a lot.

Robin of Locksley, Earl of Huntingdon is alive, returned from the Holy Land. No limbs missing, no eye patches, no broken nose, not a scratch. Well, apart from a minor stab wound to the side that some random Saracen gave him – apparently! (Clearly I need to brush up on my anatomy).

Anyway, he is back, the arrogant, big-headed, cocky git and has reclaimed his manor and his lands – my home!

My life is fucking horrible!