02 -- 03-07-1980 -- very early morning

[arithmantically]

Forgive my handwriting and any mistakes I make because I actually had Jo sneak my journal out of my purse so I could write this because I'm sure the Healers wouldn't approve

Comments

[secretarially]

Holy fucking shit.

You're barely pregnant, is that even possible?

[arithmantically]

Obviously.

[afrobisher]

Sam, I love you but sometimes you're an idiot.

[secretarially]

What do I know about pregnancy? You punched people, Lizzie shouted at Victor, and you both ate marmalade out of the jar. Mum ate carrots when she had Maddie. I remember that much.

[afrobisher]

I punched one person. And the marmalade was good.

Don't talk about the marmalade, Sam.

[downtothefloor]

Sam, shut up.

You'd better visit if you can drag yourself away from my soon to be ex-sister-in-law.

[secretarially]

When are you going to see her?

[downtothefloor]

As soon as Lizzie goes to sleep.