How nice. At least they left instead of messing with me. It's hard to kick arse when you're carrying a diaper bag.
It's our last day here, so we're having a nice laid back evening to talk and just enjoy each other's company. Then I think Isabella might be coming back with us. She recieved Spectre's package and nearly died of happy and I think she rang everyone she knows which is a lot of people. She found out about your concert on the 17th, Adrian, and she wants to come. I told her we already had a charter plane going that way and I can pay to fly her back afterwards and she flattened me. But with kisses, not...mean things.
See you all tomorrow. I'm the nazi with the diaperbag, apparently. But what was I supposed to do, let him be all..icky? Poor Thomas. And then he'd cry and you just know I'd get whispers of 'horrible irresponsible father'. Sometimes you just can't win.
Oh, and can someone please get Rhianwyn's cello for her? Be careful when you do it. Make sure her brother Owen is home. But it's important. I had a dream about it.