Nothing left

Sydney Walk
March 3rd 1853

I am far too exhausted to write my journal these days. LB is only a small child, and bless his heart he is asleep for twelve hours in every day, but he fills the other twelve with such liveliness and so many demands that I am quite spent once he is in his cot in the evenings.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s