All children are sick. There has been vomit. Please send clean towels.
Everybody is hitting everybody else. Piggy has lost his glasses, so we cannot start SOS fire.
And so it transpires that I am moving back in, blog. I’ve brought my lowly cardboard boxes back from where it was I’d been, and I’m setting up camp back here. I still have my one good saucepan, and those cushion covers you like so well. I will sleep on the couch until I can find someone who can deliver my bed.
I made cookies. Please help yourself.
Short and occasional house mate.