It's blowing 20 knots from the south-east and the rain is lashing against the windows of the prison block they call the ICT building.
Meanwhile, I've been feeling a bit windy myself since last night. Uncomfortable movements within. What could it mean? Is a blastocyte trying to implant itself?
I was going to ask Toby's mum if I was pregnant this weekend (she has a sixth sense) but it doesn't seem like she's visiting. Looks like I'll either have to wait it out til the end of the month or invest in a pregnancy testing kit.