Last night was Shy Boy's third in solitary. He's only allowed out under supervision now, even so, he was tiresome. I decided to head downstairs and seek sanctuary in the room with the big red and white dust balls. I lay with them under the slatted wood. It was peaceful and I felt content.

Later in the evening Helena came to collect me. She ignored my protests and took me back to the house. I received some cheese and it did help me to forget the indignity of the situation, a little.