Skeletons in the closet

I've got a few! I've hidden under my bed to avoid responsibility. I've shit on the floor. I've lost socks. Life is to short to be too concerned though.

A New Year doth land afore mine eyes!

Gambling is rife in the monastery. Just yesterday I saw two monks bet on how much the Abbot's head weighs. How they're going to find out I don't know. It may have to remain an open book until some ingenious scam can take place. The Abbot is a canny feller, so it's looking like this one could run and run and run.

New Year is here. I hope it's a good one.