I've been forced to leave the hospital, so I'm at home. Lydia's 15th birthday was yesterday and I missed it. She's amazing and she understands, but I missed so many of her birthdays when I was at the abbey in Melk. So I have the Big Guilt. She's taking the chance to monopolise me now since the littlest ones are with their grandparents at the moment.
Thomas is currently in the kitchen, wearing an apron so he can make dinner for the three of us. Lydia took pictures. And Television's Kismet Vinter might come over for dessert to distract Lydia from the fact that her sister is in hospital and her father is a Terrible Person.
I can't sleep. I can't think. I can't calm down. Thomas threatened me with taking away my books if I didn't take a nap. He's a naughty minx. I should probably listen to him. Even if it means missing The Apron Show.