HR trotted down the steps with her boyfriend and their pumpkin-headed baby. Meanwhile HR’s Australian ex-boyfriend was lying on a sofa in our back room, complaining that he was lonely. We had to keep these people apart.
I ran outside and suggested that we go for walk – perhaps not to the Botanic Gardens because this was where HR and her boyfriend worked. However, they insisted on coming into the house.
I took the baby, doing my best to make sure that his pumpkin head stayed upright on his shoulders. How ever did they produce such an ugly monster? Perhaps he would be a useful distraction when HR and her ex-boyfriend came face to face?