Edmund's a quick learner. Woke up to find he'd transferred all his bedding from the ground storey of his palace to the domed penthouse at the top. He's also moved all his food up there. He's especially fond of peanuts.
He's currently learning to run around in his ball, having perfected his tube-climbing technique. Been letting him sniff my hand, but he's still a bit nervous at the prospect of being picked up. Might be able to get him out of his ball in a bit.
Spent afternoon reading the papers with Jamie. He thinks I'm justifiably cross. Doesn't seem to have realised that he can actually help, though. Aghh. Sometimes I'm grateful for school just as a distraction.
Doubt that Ophelia had an attic, although that wouldn't be out of keeping with Hamlet and the general theme of depression. I'm assuming that won't be the tone of this blog, however. Unless things go horribly wrong...
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