Well, I won't say that I'm glad to see the back of young Sebastian today, but I am. He insisted in shouting 'choo choo train' whilst I was trying to watch the episode of 'Midsomer Murders' I recorded last Wednesday, which is unacceptable in my book. He then disappeared out of the room for about half and hour, but by then I'd started to worry so I searched for him and found him upstairs, de-robing my precious collection of classic Barbie dolls, but luckily I managed to find both of Crystal Barbie's shoes underneath my chest of drawers.
I decided to amuse him by trying to engage him in crayoning and painting, but he wasn't very interested. He did love flicking paint though and my favourite M&S top has been permanantly stained by his actions. Mother and her friend Mr Gluckenheim took him to the park in the afternoon, so I had time to update my John Nettles scrapbook, which had been sorely neglected in the last few weeks.
Eleanor arrived to pick him up (Sebastian, not John Nettles!) at 6:30pm. She didn't look much slimmer. I suggested a Miss Mary of Sweden corset, but she didn't appreciate the thought.
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