I don't even know if I need to lock this any more or not.
The baby's a bit better. Mabel says that it was a near thing, and we were lucky I was able to come, as Craine's Quotidian Fever takes such an awful lot of nursing. Daddy looks just awful frankly. He needs to shave more often, and long hair really does *not* suit him. Well, not nearly as much as he thinks it does.
I wish that we were home. I am starting to really dislike France. For one thing, nobody seems to care a thing about whether or not the dibsquibs get into the wine, and make it sour. And for another, the tea tastes funny. I know everyone's doing the best they can, but I just wish I were home.
I miss Remus. I know he doesn't remember me or anything, but I feel badly for having to leave so quickly, without a word to anyone. It's just that Mabel's owl sounded so *urgent*. And the time to think was handy. It would've been, that is. If there'd been any.
I miss home.
I have to go, the baby's crying. It's time for his bath.
I wish that we were home. I am starting to really dislike France. For one thing, nobody seems to care a thing about whether or not the dibsquibs get into the wine, and make it sour. And for another, the tea tastes funny. I know everyone's doing the best they can, but I just wish I were home.
I miss Remus. I know he doesn't remember me or anything, but I feel badly for having to leave so quickly, without a word to anyone. It's just that Mabel's owl sounded so *urgent*. And the time to think was handy. It would've been, that is. If there'd been any.
I miss home.
I have to go, the baby's crying. It's time for his bath.