It’s Monday and I’m back in Malahide. Back to clean a house left in a state post-tasmanian-devil and to look after a child who just might be the devil. Natasha leaves for Cannes this Wednesday and then I’m to be stuck here until 6 every evening. Cleaning, doing laundry, watching/staying far away from Gemma until the others come home and then I get to make them dinner.
If there were ever an effective form of birth control this is it.
Fuck these kids.