Morning updates

Tim was a lot better today. And luckily the red rashes in his face had gone down (not very attractive). (We worked out it must have been Scombroid poisoning.) He was really sweet this morning, telling me how good I had been for coming home early to look after him (I didn’t tell him it had anything to do with my writer’s block) and called me a princess and all sorts of sweet things. And then he went on to tell me that I was the princess of Fluffyland, living in a squidgy castle. And that my army was made up by chicks with q-tips… I quietly wondered what good they would do me if I was invaded. I mean, all you have to do is to stamp on them. But Tim claimed they would be brilliant if I was ever invaded by centipedes! And maybe he’s right – in Fluffyland.