My father in law gave me a lift to the train station at 9:45am to get to Liverpool to meet Stew at 11am (he was late, of course) and we had coffee and went up to the "studio" and met the "cast". We were doing a later day today, as some of the cast couldn't make it in the morning. We were inside from 12am until 6:30pm. Under hideous fluorescent lights. It got a little stressful for Stew as the shots were taking longer to get in the can than he'd anticipated but we finally wrapped and I think he's happy with most of what he got.
I decided not to go for a drink afterwards as it was late and I hadn't seen Melissa and Penny all day, so I got the train straight home. Melissa had text me to say her dad would pick me up and I was to text when I was at Old Roan station so he could set off for me. A few stations before Old Roan, I think Walton, whilst listening to Radiohead's The King Of Limbs, my phone batteries gave up. I had no way of contacting Melissa as I don't know her mobile number, nor do I know her parents phone number where I knew her to be. For the remaining stations I devised a plan for contacting my lift : I would find a payphone, phone my mum and get her to text Melissa who could then inform her dad that I needed a lift. Flawless, except for one thing. How hard is it to find a bastard payphone?! I expected one to be waiting on the platform for me, but no. I walked out the station thinking there'd be one there. Nope. I started walking. Half way up the hill leading out the car park at Ormskirk station a familiar car pulled up along side me. It was my father in law, who had apparently pre-empted my predicament and had come to wait for me.
He drove us to their house, were I had a shower and then we came home.
We bathed Penny and shortly thereafter she started screeching like a tyrannosaurus with a stubbed toe. It was food time. Unfortunately we didn't have any mixed up and ready to go, so Melissa tried to get her to breast feed for the umpteenth attempt. Penelope finally latched on. Yay! She's regretting starting though, as Penny has taken to feeding directly from the breast like a junkie to a crack pipe. Melissa can't put her down without her bawling.
And yes, that's correct, our daughter is just a little over week old. Doesn't time fly when you can't sleep and spend your days in a hazy half remembered dream-like state?
It's time to watch another episode of The Office before bed.
Tomorrow we're getting the bathroom pipes boxed in courtesy Penny's great uncle Lawrence, and either Friday or Saturday her great uncle Kenny is coming to commence operation `tiling the bathroom` which isn't an elaborate codename, it's just exactly what he'll be doing, except I've put it in inverted commas.
Christ, I'm tired.
Oh, general consensus of opinion is that Penny bares the most resemblance to my father. Poor girl.
See you tomorrow.
