James

Breakfast time.

Charlotte is up and about, refusing to stay in bed. And, while she is still tired, I see no reason to insist on bedrest. Right now, she will do far better for being back at home and enjoying ‘family life’.

Nonetheless, I’ve encouraged her to wear a woolly housecoat over the nightie, slippers and bed socks. Hopefully, that will prevent her trying to go outdoors. The fog outside hasn’t cleared yet and I don’t want the damp settling on her chest.

She's too pale. At least, she's always pale, but that's her natural colouring. Right now, there's still that pallid edge to her complexion that I don't care for.

Almost a week of being chained in her own shit.

Living on crap junk food.

Scared half mindless…

Blood loss from the birth...

Hmmm...

Charlotte sits with Cara on her lap, providing her breakfast and Beth sits close by making cooing noises.

She’ll enjoy a good breakfast…

And with that in mind, I’m at the hob with bacon, fried and scrambled eggs, tomatoes, mushrooms, black pudding and fried bread.

I rummage through the fridge, seeking inspiration. It's barely stocked. We've spent the last few days living on food from the freezer.

and trainers and looking exactly not as though he spent the last week under horrendous

up a fruit salad. I'd like to

“Good idea.”

cupboard in there. I'll

Watercress. Anything

me five. I'll be

were oranges too, but Sally tells me she shouldn't have citrus fruits while she’s breastfeeding. Oh, and this…” He brandishes a jar. “Some kind of chutney. Apparently, it’s from the last

I’ve no guinea pigs in the larder and

up a chair, comparing notes with Richard of the events of the

pot is producing fragrant steam. I eye the table… Butter, marmalade, strawberry jam, milk, cream, muesli, yoghurt, fruit

you doing, Charlotte? I’m

Master.” She ‘unhooks’ Cara from the breast… “Are you sure this

careful to check they’re giving you something suitable. You need to take them until that chest infection clears, and they’ll do

food on the table.

“We should be finishing decorating the tree today and getting up the rest of the decorations. What

broad and bright. “I’d

“Charlotte, will you show me

some glossy magazines,

what’s out of

following

Klempner. Both are freshly showered and

foot to the other. Mitch sucks at her

are your manners? Budge up, make some space for your parents. Michael, set two extra places, please. Larry,

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