"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 father were here, maybe to give her advice.

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

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