It's Monday and conversely is always a good idea to sort out the housework so I have done two loads of washing, the window cleaner's here and I'm taking some time out of my busy schedule to do some writing. Seb is currently wandering around the house dressed in a shirt, a pair of pants and my chunky boots whilst munching on an apple; he's a bit eccentric, but I love that about him. The Wheels on the Bus CD is playing, I'm not sure quite how nursery rhymes mix with world music but they've given it a go anyway. Readers will also be pleased to learn that his toilet training's going well, he's mastered weeing in the potty, poos are another thing though.
Polly's been living here for about a week now, she's an odd girl I must say. She likes lighting joss sticks in her room, soaking in long baths, practising yoga facing east in the garden and writing. In fact, I found one of her notebooks in the dining room earlier, here's some of her efforts.
The Shop Girl Mystery by Polly St Germain
I had always known that I was born to better things; working in a second-hand clothes shop in surburban London wasn't all it was cracked up to be, the customers were on the whole, polite but distant but I always wanted more. One day a distinguished gentleman walked into the shop and I knew that my life would change forever.....
Right....ok. She makes Margaret seem sane, which is a tall order, I must say.
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