There's never a dull moment here. I have found the most wonderful new spot for fishing and foraging!
It's unbelievable what things two children will attempt to flush. I have upgraded their toilet with a superior flush; now occasionally a day goes by without a repair job.
While I was on a roll, I added a bidet to the adults' toilet. Life is becoming civilised.
It's difficult to write this next bit. Tristan's birthday is arrived. He has refused another youth potion; this time he is both resolute and adamant.
So I baked him a cake.
I do my best to keep him comfortable and happy.
He's writing like a man possessed. He has written a book of poems for me and children's books for each of the children. None of these books are to be published; they belong to our family.
I must make an agonising decision. My birthday will arrive soon and I must decide about the youth potion. I don't want to live for years without Tristan; not even a day. However, this is not only about me. The children are still so small.
I shall have the potion.
Yves has reached his teens. Don't let the solemn face fool you; he wisecracks from dawn to dusk.
We gave him a microphone for his birthday; he inaugurated it with a spot-on roast of his father.
He's still the class clown and has many friends.
Also he has a special little friend: the ubiquitous Caitlyn.
I shouldn't be so harsh but today she made a snide comment about the broken refrigerator. She is a snob and I fear that she will make him most unhappy.
Liliane has reached her teens as well.
We gave her a guitar for her birthday and will all be relieved when she learns to play it well.
Also, she is learning to cook quite well; I'm very proud of her.
All too soon, the Grim Reaper is come for Tristan.
I pleaded with him, but alas, it was futile.
Rest in peace, my darling Tristan Cherry. You will be missed.
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