Dear Diary, Och I'm fair fed up lately. Why do folks in papers keep telling lies aboot me. A pretend no' to be bothered, but it does sting a wee bi'. A just want t' sing and wear the lovely frocks, see the wee happy faces looking up at me. An' noo a hear that some fans are ge'ing a wee bit riled wi' each other. It's no right.
There's enough problems in the world. A hope it gets sorted an' A can do another conert soon.
I'm no' in the mood to be funny right noo!
Och, diary, I forgo' tae say, a sweet wee lass just made a statue of me. I'm gobsmacked. I didna ken that folk cared so much aboot this wee wifie. Wish A could meet the wee lassie and thank her.
Maybe I will, some day soon.