Probably the coolest thing about my job is being able to enact Ms J K Rowling’s wonderful books, but knowing that Pampers is there to protect me when I wet myself out of fear is a close second…”
“Not a baby. Don’t need diapers. Not a baby. Don’t need diapers.” Jess’ repetitions reached such a ferocious pitch within her own head she thought she’d go deaf from the echo.” It was an effort just to pry her attention to her plate to eat her breakfast.
“Something wrong, Jess?” Elizabeth inquired, noticing Jessica’s distractedness.
“What? Er…” Jess replied, jarred back into reality. “No, I’m fine, just a little tired I guess.”
Jess managed to keep her mind reasonably clear long enough to cut her food and begin to eat.