01 December 2009

Treasure hunter

Bambino has been awfully kind recently. Not only have I been able to eat meat these last few days, but instead of murderous sprees and terrorism, last night I dreamed that I had found an incredible treasure of hundreds of antique books hidden behind a partition in the flat.

Has the baby just grown out of its rage, or has it finally understood that Mummy is boss and it should try getting on my good side?

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