We're having pasta with smoked duck and peas in a cream sauce for dinner and I'm making stock with the carcass and trying to ignore a headache. I was so anxious about all the details about going to clinic and leaving the girls that I dreamed about taking the duck apart last night. It did not beat my dream the previous night, which was arguing with Matt Smith
|This is Matt Smith|
Girls are crying, and I have to go eat popcorn and not kill Nat for shouting.