After getting into bed last night, ostensibly to read Stewart Lee's new book, I found myself drifting in and out, watching the bilge that calls its self Celebrity Big Brother. It was hard to block out the banality. But I managed, sort of.
Anyway. Sleep. That happened.
6am, Penny woke up singing again. It was lovely, again. As a result, again, I slept in. Not as bad as yesterday, and fortunately, as I walked out the door I spotted Ellen, who spotted me, and gave me a lift.
Work was OK, helped by the fact it was Friday. I felt much better today too, less achy, and you know, close to death.
Melissa and Penny picked me up, after collecting Penny's meds, then Melissa dropped me off at home while she nipped to (the) ASDA. I fed Penny her carrots and her bottle and we watched Jungle Junction.
Melissa came home, then, and I cooked tea. Penny's been much better today, much less cranky and whingey. Melissa is currently reading her Each Peach Pear Plum before her bath and bed time bottle. Then, some final Christmas deccies are coming down, and I'm planning on watching a film or something while Melissa watches her TV dross.
Tomorrow doesn't promise to be too exciting, but we'll see.
Have a great weekend!
