I'm hidden away, in the depths of secrecy, away from our visitors.
I'm posting this via morse code, so forgive me if it comes out wrong.
As it happens, the codes for 'Oh! what a lovely day we are having' and 'I want to smash my own face into this conveniently placed wall' are quite similar.
Similarly thin is the situation's reality which seems to also be one or the other, depending on which side of my cranial cavity you have access to.
We are over half way through the visit.
No embarrassing discoveries and no awkward questions - yet.
It seems though, that it is definitely baby harvest season. Everywhere I turn, there is another one riding shoulders, or waddling it's nappy padded arse alongside, or just generally oozing cuteness from itself and fucking gut turning jealousy from me.
Writing this is like successfully finding that vein, pushing the plunger, and having a rush of relief serum pump through my bloodstream.
Until Wednesday, when I think I will be able to stop holding my breath again, it brings a slight reprieve.
Shhh...I hear footsteps...
I managed to check back on the comments left to the last entry a few times over the last few days and the response was spectacular and flattering. Thank you all for your kind words.