I was up first this mistical morning.
Visited our beauty and caught her profile against the wet blanket.
Ning surprised me at the breakfast table with a dish she had prepared. It was swiftly relocated to the boot room.
I love you too, sweetheart. But no thank you.
And the rest of the day is being spent in a fit of domestic mayhem wherein I atone for the sin of deliberately letting everything go to hell for a few days. One by one I am discovering all of my daughter’s sticker stack Toynbee tiles along the way.