Adult Baby

The murky water rising from the sink is rancid and has been making me unwell. Today my partisan tolerant neighbour was taken away to hospital, two ambulances and six paramedics rushed up the stairwell into her flat.

During the afternoon I've stuffed my face with cake whilst editing my Frankfurt School exposure. This ABDL neighbour in the flat underneath me, initially I thought she was dying, but she is pale white because she never goes out in direct sunlight, and is stick thin because she survives a baby food diet.

The scabs on her head are from ritualised cleaning, she once scrubbed my door so hard I found water inside the glass lens of my door peep hole; in contrast to her blanket window flat being a nappy soiled poo hole. It's easy to judge, but only her knows the story behind this grotesque degeneracy, believing lifelessness to be a "good thing"; for whom I ask?

I am not sure what relation this is to the adult baby neighbour, her brother maybe, he's apologised for her behaviour, additionally I saw he helped her move hundreds of soiled ABDL nappies from her smelly flat. His carer relationship with her is evidentially stressful; I've witnessed him banging and banging on her door, before they both disappear, driving into the darkness of night inside air tight, cushioned confines of his black jaguar.

After shopping I returned to the farmhouse with Charlie and fed the cade lambs their nine bottles of milk. To my surprised Charlie returned from the paddock requesting me to look on the driveway, there I found our cade lamb, with a newborn lamb. She had lambed on the paddock in the pouring rain, but had dropped the lamb into the shelter of the upturned haylage bale. Our other cade lamb, picture with the new mother ewe lamb is also in lamb, we were not expecting either of these cade lambs to get in lamb. It's been a strange evening. Such a crazy world isn't it.