Thursday, August 21, 2003; two days after Nic leaves.

( In which Ian and Selma have a moment. Or, as much of a moment as Ian is capable of having. )

Dominic is leaving for Belize this afternoon. He says he'll only be gone a week, but one never knows with him. Best that he leaves now, I need the house to myself for a little while, to get my affairs in order. He's becoming more and more of a distraction as time goes by, and for every brilliant idea he has, he has an equally dim-witted one, ( Read more... )

Sunday, August 10, 11:28pm

And I'm up again, had to make myself a bit of tea to relax. I had to pull all the sheets off the bed and rummage in the cupboard for fresh ones. After all that fuss, I quite forgot about Dominic's attempt at revenge -- I can't let on, I'll never hear the end of it. Isabelle is going to pitch a fit when she sees all ( Read more... )

( Friday, Noon, The Ivy )

Stephen called this morning, so I think I'll take brunch with him; It would be prudent for me to be out of the house by the time Dominic gets up (lazy child, stays in well past noon on most days but better safe than sorry), as I expect he'll have heard the bad news. I know he'll punish me for it, probably won't see him for days now, but it's all ( Read more... )

Honestly, Dominic. Heaven's sake, you say yes to him one time, and the next thing you know you find some sort of...creatures living in the drying cupboard. But living with him hasn't been all a nightmare, and I have to say I quite miss him when he's out and about. Not that I can't find my own entertainment ( Read more... )

Darling boy, I don't know how I let you talk me into these things. I suppose now that you're here, however, and you've brought all this computer equipment with you, I may as well put it to good use. I especially like being able to keep track of some of your more fantastic ideas; convert the conservatory, indeed ( Read more... )