Fortunately, Marcel and Phillipe are indeed out of diapers and going to school.
They're a delightful pair. I hope their siblings turn out even half as well.
My writing goes swimmingly; I've published sixteen books and my royalties rival the income from our garden.
That was the good news. The bad news is that I've never had a boyfriend; only a few flirtations that went nowhere and one of those was way back in high school.
Obviously I need to get out more. The first attempt was less than stellar; you may note that everyone here is female, elderly, one of my relatives or some combination thereof. Next attempt isn't much better although it's gratifying to see that Michel finally made it into mixology. Now we're getting closer. Closer still but nowhere near where I want to be.
The mirror tells me that there's something else I must do as well.
As if there weren't enough to do between babysitting, learning to cook, keeping up with repairs and tending the garden!
Meanwhile, Pierre has had a birthday, as have Andre and Michelle.
My own birthday will be here all too soon; it would be lovely to have a family of my own by then, and even better if said family didn't consist of a change-of-life baby like me.