two wise old night-owls calling 'come home soooo-oooon'
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Reports of Becca's recovery may have been somewhat premature.
Bright was the day and high our hearts as I bundled her into the car and took her to visit our good friends Brian and wee Rosie, where she whined, grizzled, and clung to me like a little lithophyte, refusing even raspberry jam muffins; I eventually acceded to her demands to be taken home, and have just spent a good half hour trying to settle her in bed (Pants, Pamol and 'Moon River' have so far been deployed; am starting to run out of aces).
It's been a challenging morning...
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