Sunday. Reasonable lie in. We got up late, in fact. I was feeding Penny while Melissa was in the bath when suddenly I heard an incoming call on the Skype.
I bundled Penny up with her bottle and went into the computer room (my office) to see that I'd missed the call from New Zealand. I called back and eventually got through to see my brother and his fiancée (Jenni) better known as uncle Dave and aunty Jen. We chatted for about 20 minutes, all the while they insisted I put my finger in Penny's mouth. I compromised with a few pokes on the nose.
Afterwards, I showered and my mum and dad (Penny's grandma and grandad) turned up. We had a cup of tea and whatnot, chatted for a bit, my dad hung a towel rail. Then we went for lunch at The Colliers Arms in Billinge.
Lovely chicken roast dinner and a couple of pints. Nommage. We came home, they poked Penny a bit and left, then Penny sat with me on the couch while Melissa had a bath and I played some MW3. Melissa came down and made up a bottle for Penny (who hadn't had a poo today or yesterday). They watched me play MW3 and were supportive and encouraging, then Penny farted and followed through and all hell broke loose.
Her nappy had slipped, so the shit was seeping out the sides, onto Melissa's vest and pyjama bottoms, onto the feeding ring... Everywhere. I panicked and ran upstairs looking for wipes, but came back with an empty plastic bathtub which I unceremoniously dumped Penny in. We then took her upstairs, at arms length, stripped her off, burned her clothes and ran the bath. I bathed her while Melissa performed a minor exorcism and then we clothed her and took her downstairs to watch the last An Idiot Abroad. She sat in her play next, I'll take pictures of that tomorrow.
Reality TV really takes a nose dive this evening as I'm A Celebrity Get Me Out Of Here returns. I'll be using that time to play some MW3.
Monday tomorrow. Nice.
See you then.
