she would never say where she came from

Rough night. Bad fake mommy strikes again - I am not ready to be the head of any household. When things go bump in the night, I shut the bedroom door and read the Sunday Times while buried under the covers. The girls, who are used to two impish kitten-cats playing midnight car key soccer out in the hall, slept soundly, while I - how to put it - feel just a little less spry than I did 24 hours ago.

Day Two, Session One. Let the good times roll.