porter, there is a mouse in my living room

I have been with my darlings the past few days. They are such angels. B2 is so different from when I left her for the UK last year. She is super chatty and boy oh boy, does that girl have a mind of her own.

I made my sister come out with them to the hotel reception. I wanted to see if either of them recognised me if I pretended to be a passerby at the recept. And they just walked past me. I had pretend to clear my throat. B1 turned around saw me and then said, "Yee yee." It was loads of hugs and kisses.

But it's just so tiring to babysit. I have been with them since yesterday, but it seems like I've been with them for weeks. And somehow, it kinda reminds me that I don't want kids. As much as I adore them, they take up so much energy. It just reminded me that I don't want kids! Ever...

B1 is an angel though. Yesterday while we were at Cafe Uno, he cut a small piece of his fish, loaded it with lemon juice, and told me to take it cos he loves to eat fish and chips that way. And he made sure that I ate it.

Last nite, they were jetlagged, and I was sleeping with them. They woke at 5am, and I got up to pat them to sleep. B1 went,"Thanks yee yee."

awww isn't he a sweetheart?

Anyway, I told my sister I would baby sit the rascals Sunday evening. The kids were still a bit jetlagged and tired so I had such a hard time trying to keep them up and awake. B2 was grouchy and fell asleep on the couch while watching her boring Barbie - Fairytopia DVD that comes with her new Barbie doll. So I carried her to bed, and she slept with her bum up in the air, like B1. B1 in the meanwhile was playing computer games to keep awake and I watched TV. When I got up to get B1 to go zzz, I saw a mouse run from the edge of the couch on which I was sitting on towards the kitchen area.

Naturally I shrieked. And ran to B1, shut the door and prayed that the freaking mouse would not come through.

Somerset Bayswater London - the supposed atas range of the Somerset serviced apartments. That was not all. Earlier on in the day, my sister found a piece of dried up shit under her bed. And she had been complaining that the room smelled of shit (B2 was first suspect). But the dried up shit cleared B2 of all suspicion.

Anyway my sis and her husband returned from their night out, very disgusted with the people. Anyway my bro-in-law searched the living room and found mice droppings behind the couch. And in the bedrooms. In the room where the rascals and I were sleeping, there was a bottle of milk that possibly has been there for days, or weeks and more mice droppings.

It's really not worth the money at all. Plus the walls are paper thin, and when people slam the door, you can hear it. And the fire alarm went off in the middle of the a few times. I suspect its work of drunkard.

So there you go - Somerset Bayswater London, they should pay you to stay there.