Luky;
My husband and I had just had our second child, and we were delighted.
I was an incompetent housewife, and behind us lived a woman who was the epitome of domestic perfection.
One morning I took the bus to go and buy necessities, while my husband took care of our two children.
When I came home, he told me, "Mrs. Next Door came to see you and brought a gift for the baby."
I was horrified.
"Please tell me you did not take her to the bedroom," I implored.
"I did," he replied casually.
I opened the bedroom door handle. A sorry sight met my eyes.
A newspaper in twelve parts were draped over the unmade bed. Gowns, pyjamas, half opened drawers with ties snaking out and half drawn curtains met my eyes.
In the far corner the beautifully bathed and dressed baby lay peacefully sleeping in the immaculate bassinet.
"What did she say?" I faltered.
"She didn't say much," he answered.
"What did you say?" I asked.
Sean shrugged his shoulders. "I said, 'If you can find the pram, you'll find the baby."
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