Day 2

Its in the bag.

Part of my agreement in minding Lily Mae on a Wednesday was that there would be no nasty nappies. We had a verbal contract, here it is. You can see by her, out of depth of field, look that she is astonished that I would have believed this. Men are very gullible.. First thing this morning that contract was broken, the said nappy is in the bag ready for disposal. Lucky enough her gran was still here and did the necessary. I would have been able to do it myself, I think. Lily Mae's mammy gave me a trial run. I passed with colours, not flying ones but I got through it anyway. I am managing to avoid the inevitable but I think the sands of time are running out, anyway until next Wednesday I am in the clear.