Today after work I told my daughters that their friends Victor, Norman, and Herbert wouldn't be coming over to play anymore.

That's how my day was.


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God rest your souls, McKinnons.

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Well it's been ages since I've picked this up and looked at it properly. The Avery trial kept us at the paper very busy as well as covering everything else. It's been a busy time for us.

Today is Mairead's birthday so the girls and I got up early and made her breafast. Kirstin spilled orange juice all over Malina, but I'm happy to say that things have improved since then.

And tonight, we are going out to dinner. With the girls.

Someone ate my doughnut.

BOY!

Benjy Fenwick the II.


Will give more details later.

Leo Jones, there is a little Welsh girl looking for you.

For the record, a six year old on a sugar high is always going to be a lot quicker than her father. Always.

Work has been work. Miss Prod is doing quite well in her new position. Things there are always the same, mad everyday. Exciting but mad and my desk hasn't caught on fire for at least two weeks, which is some sort of record, I can assure you.

Victoria, are you sure that you don't want a brownie? Or a muffin maybe? Or two? Because there are plenty here.

This morning Malina figured out how to break out of her bedroom and Mairead and I woke up to find oatmeal all over the house, as well as whatever she could get her little hands onto (including what was in the fridge that she could open). When I asked her what she had done, she looked at me and said, 'DADDY, I COOKED YOU BREAKFAST'. Hestia, this what you have to look forward to.