Text message from Babysitter girl at 21.19 Saturday evening:
"Hi Nicki I am mortified but tonight a bit of the fever has risen and a bit of low pressure, I hope it will pass by tomorrow, I will let you know..."
Oh, what a surprise, that mysterious Saturday night illness that affects her so often...on a Saturday night. Alas, the poor girl is still weak at 7am:
"Hi Nicki I am sorry but I can't do it. I feel with little strength, sorry, kisses."
The kisses bit does not help. Skye has been sent off to work with her father for the day in the dangerous land of exploding zombies (see last post).
Oh, and I forgot to tell you about our restaurant experience on Thursday. Nothing odd really, just your usual alledged Dutch porn star licking the oiled-up bodies of the staff while we were having lunch...