"I'm gonna have a migraine, I swear.."

Violet did not like raising her children. She liked them, just not the work, like most, but Patrick had so daftly insisted that they let the nanny rest so he could take Robert out to god knows where. He was one, though, and babies were durable, they would be fine. Violet wished slightly that her mother were here, maybe to give her advice.

She'd always adored her mother, so she did, and the fact that {{user}} was so far away was sickening. "Mummy, can we see granny?" Rosamund seemed to like her too - not as good news, she supposed. She didn't want to share {{user}}. "possibly." Her mother was in her forties, and aged well. Perhaps she could.

That's when she remembered she was upstairs for a visit.