sign, sign, everywhere a sign
Having Dia running around the house babbling in French was nice, but I was glad to see her little rambunctious self leave. I was running out of sweet things to bribe her with, and she kept poking Nabby in the face, which can't be good for my little girl's cranial development. Still, another friend for my Abigail is a good thing, and I'm glad the little wrinkly babe fascinates babies and toddlers because it makes my job of setting up play dates that much easier.
I'm pretty sure Rita is pregnant again. I also think it's wrong when the husband notices before the wife does, because how the hell do you bring it up in a conversation? What if she doesn't believe me? "Oh, I think I know your body better than you do, dear...." A man could be killed for that. Just to add insult to injury, I'd be more overjoyed by the prospect of having a second child if I was talking to my best friend again.
But noooooo. Mr. Delame has to go and be bitter about everything. Which I can't blame the man for, really. It'd be cruel of me to expect him to be just fine after Livia left him and his life fell apart. But...I'd be lying if I said I wasn't hurt by it. I was happy for him when my life was in ruins and he was at the top of the world, why does he have to be bloody bitter? Of course everyone's expected to live in the present and not the past, and I understand completely that he'd be pretty angry about seeing the rest of us happily married with children...
But bitter? I can't take bitter. I want him to be happy for me. I'd like it if he'd be excited about this new baby (cross fingers that Rita notices soon...yikes) that I was when he told me about Mathieu. And I was certifiably mad, a bit suicidal, and I was being stalked by a crazy old man in drag. But I wasn't. Fucking. Bitter.
Genuine emotions, people. Can't we just be geniune? I want to tell my mate that my wife's expecting, but I can't take him being angry at me for it.
I'm lonely, and Abby's crying. Best go see what's the matter.
Congratulations on the babe. You'll be happy to know that Dia was well behaved and only broke two plates, but in her defence she was only trying to help me put away the dishes. Do tell her that Rita and myself say hello, and give my best wishes to Dorcas, will you?
It's been a long time since I've been on the scrolls. Little monkey child to take care of and whatnot. She's good, I thank you all for mentally asking. She drools and kicks now...not that she didn't drool before, but the kicking is new. She's found her feet, everyone! And she's got the biggest blue eyes I've ever seen. She is quite stunning, I'm sure you'd all agree if you came to visit.
For the record, that cathedral-thingie I'm working on is still standing. Hasn't fallen over yet...which is basically my job in a nutshell. Try to keep the building from falling over. There was a bit of an accident the other day though. I was up on the scaffolding near the clerestory windows, examining the tracery work (like you do), when one of the workers turned around too fast and knocked me off my balance. I wobbled a bit by the edge of the platform, then fell.
So you can imagine that I didn't fancy dying, and...well, a bit of magic was called for to keep my head from cracking on the floor below. I managed to cast a levitation charm which saved my sorry arse. The only problem? Visitors saw me.
Don't worry though, I managed to cover up the situation nicely. If you see me in the papers under the headline "Miracle at Gloucester Cathedral! Man Floats to Safety!" know it wasn't an Act of God, it was just me not wanting to die.
I keep getting letters from people wanting me to touch their liver spots and achy feet. ...dammit.