Maisie has made huge breakfasts every day since I got back. Bacon and eggs and cereal and orange juice and toast as well. There's always lots left over after, but she keeps on every day making it all. Even when the most of it ends up in the bin. I have bacon on toast. She never made bacon for breakfast ever before. She doesn't even cut the fat off.

Donald never talks during breakfast. He reads his newspaper and sits way back in his seat and barely even drinks his tea. He hasn't talked much since I got back. I hear him talking to Maisie sometimes, but he hasn't said a word to me if he can help it. It's like he's mad at me or something, but doesn't want to say it. I don't care. I shouldn't care. Him being mad doesn't matter at all.