[Dated Nov. 1st]
Once they'd been given the all clear to go back to the compound, Bridget had grabbed her sword, her son and she and Tim had gone back to their room. After all was said and done, they'd all come out alright, but Bridget was more exhausted than she'd been in ages.
After setting Dixon down in his crib so that he could finally get some sleep himself, Bridget sank down onto the bed, resting her head in her hands.
On one of these occasions, we might not end up so lucky, and be stabbed/hit/maimed/beheaded by ghost/vampire/disgruntled council member...etc. Hope am at least wearing clean knickers at the time, as would hate for the last thing people think of me is that I don't know when it's time to do laundry.
After setting Dixon down in his crib so that he could finally get some sleep himself, Bridget sank down onto the bed, resting her head in her hands.
On one of these occasions, we might not end up so lucky, and be stabbed/hit/maimed/beheaded by ghost/vampire/disgruntled council member...etc. Hope am at least wearing clean knickers at the time, as would hate for the last thing people think of me is that I don't know when it's time to do laundry.