These lovely people, seated here at breakfast our first day here, hate us now. I'm actually joking, I don't think they hate us, but when Ella Mesay found her voice at 5 this morning, I wouldn't be surprised or offended if they did. Wow. The cry is hearty, but the scream she can let out. Wowza.
I write more humorus musings, but another violent poo just hit.
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