Sexy, Not

Have to write this quick as the Prince is on his way home from work. It's all freezer stuff tonight - sausages, peas and brocolli.

My sister says I have to stop mentioning the "B" Word. She says this is tarnishing our relationship. She has also said I must go to Agent Provocateur and try to seduce him. It's true. Our relationship/sex life has been dominated by this baby thing. And of course the more I mention it, the further away he moves. I need to try and get back something of what we had at the beginning when, caught up in the excitement, we threw all caution to the wind.

Obviously, I must still exercise caution to his wind, which is worse than ever. And the snoring. But that's another story.