Its raining and we're stuck inside with two fractious tired children, we exhausted our supply of Angelina Ballerina dvds by 8.30am, Winnie the Pooh by 9.15 and cake baking activites by 10. Except for the mess. Why does it always end up in such a mess?
Clearly its not going to be a day conducive to increasing word counts, and actually I'm not too sad. Yes, Boys of Summer is driving me up the wall. I've just had Max, my hero, ring his mother for money. SIGH. What was I thinking? Sexy hero's do not phone their mothers at the first glimpse of trouble. I don't know how the scene ended up like that, or why I kept on with it. Hmph.