Hideaway

Another Sunday, another influx of friends and relatives swept up in the joys of being around a baby. I didn’t mind at first, but it seems to have become a regular thing for Philippa’s cousins, work colleagues and childless acquaintances to just drop in as they see fit and use young Mathew as a surrogate.

I might start charging an entrance fee.

It was mostly females today so I took myself off to the bedroom with a pair of headphones for a season of Madden NFL ’19. It’s not nice to be hiding in your own house, but when you can take the Tampa Bay Buccaneers to the play-offs, it kind of makes it okay.

RC 26-5-19