We had friends over this evening, so for four hours we drank wine and ate cheese, and listened to the Ballad Of Bertha Butt, which is just the thing to do for a Wednesday night
For a change, the girls didn’t come downstairs. This could be to compensate for last night, when I went to bed to find La Serpiente had already stolen all the covers, and Destroyer woke me at 5 to tell me she’d wet our bed. And then yelled at me. Was it my fault?
