D and I had a very nice trip in to see mummy’s friends at work this afternoon. General concensus was that D is beautiful. Which is correct.
The day was only slightly marred by the fact that either going there or getting back home I managed to lose my phone. Again. And this time I’m pretty certain that it’s not going to turn up under a pile of washing on the dining table. Why am I so terrible at keeping phones? I knew I shouldn’t have just lobbed it into the pram. I’m such an idiot.
So don’t bother phoning me. I’m never ever going to answer.
