Hello again. It's me! This is a note saying that every time I make an Erik Sim, the game crashes, so each time he looks different, you know why.
Della- You look so pretty Mummy. I don't know why you're worrying.
Vanessa- Well I think it's all awfully romantic.
They were twirling round and sighing dreamily, like my date was the best thing to ever happen to them.
Skye-My number is on the fridge in case of a minor emergency, and you know how to call 123 and get the police department and fire service. If anyone gets hungry there's food in the cupboards, and Apple won't sleep until you read her her book. There's some on the shelves near her crib. You'll know it. Everyone else needs to be in bed by 9:00 at the latest, and please don't blow anything up.
Erik- Hello Angel.
Skye- Hello Maestro.
He proffered his arm and I looped it through mine, as we walked to the car.
Skye- Erik, where are we going?
He didn't say anything. Just flashed an enchanting smile.
Erik jumped and turned to ask me something.
Erik- Would you like to dance?
Skye- I-I'm not sure, there's no music and it's been a while since I last did classical...
Erik- We don't need music.
So I took his hand, and we danced.
Okay. We didn't make it to the car.