Live a little, be a gypsy, get around,
Get your feet up off the ground,
Live a little, get around.
Thursday, April 28, 2016
After two days of riding to work, catching the train felt harder. It was a weirdly balmy day, end-to-end. The train home wasn't too packed: there was a 2-week old baby mewling near us while Milla commandeered a seat and ate cheese and crackers. But the big win was that I only had a tiny bag of soiled goods to cart home: one change of undies. We got home and went to bathroom together. Two more wees and poo and no, as they say, 'accidents'.
No Charlie this week and houseguest out late. It's been Mum n Milla. She's tired, clever and gorgeous.