27th August, Noon
Mama is NOT happy and I can hear how unhappy she is all the way out here at the porch. She is in the kitchen complaining to Papa about the bottles. Must be the 100th time by now.
These bottles sell for 2 rups each in town and Papa was supposed to have done so months ago. Papa hates going to town though. He hates the noise, he hates the crowd and he hates how the streets are always dusty and filthy.
Papa can't wait for me to grow old enough to run these errands for him but I hate town too. I think Baby can go when he is old enough. In the meantime, these bottles are really adding up. Mama line them up on the window ledge to remind Papa everyday of them. I am counting 11 on this side of the window.
And there are 14 over at the other ledge! O my! These bottles are really grimy too having been out in the open for so many months. Papa thinks it is Mama's fault because she was the one who put the bottles there.
At the rate they go at each other, I suspect this Battle of the Bottles will only end when Baby grows up. By that time, the whole house will be filled with thousands of old and grimy bottles! O my!