I awoke to feed Penny at about the same time as yesterday, about 4:55am, and upon checking Facebook on my phone I learned the Whitney Houston has died. I told Penny but she didn't know who I was talking about, so I woke Melissa to tell her. Later on in the morning she asked if she'd dreamed it.
I got Penny back to sleep, but not for long, and at about 8:15am she woke up. We put her in bed with us and tried to get her back to sleep, but it was hopeless, so I sat her on my my chest and we had a good old chat. She looked a LOT like me today.
I made breakfast for us all and then at about 11:30am I dropped Melissa and Penny at nanny's house and headed into Liverpool to catch up with Lea and Stew. We "lunched" and by about 2:30 I was heading back home.
I met Melissa and Penny at nanny and grandpa Tommy's house and we walked round to the pub for Sunday lunch. There were no cask ales on. I was furious and had a Magner's instead. Penny sat at the table like a big girl and had her Sunday dinner (paste) and fruity yoghurty thing. Noms. Then, Melissa, Penny and I headed home.
Penny, who'd dozed on and off this afternoon was a bit grouchy when we woke her up at home, and I so I sat her on the kitchen counter and we had another chat. She's been very fond of me today, it's been nice. I sat with her for a bit listening to some David Bowie while Melissa did some pottering about, then we bathed and fed her and put her to bed. She nodded off almost straight away, thankfully.
This evening I'm watching the Bafta's, which are on at a reasonable hour, unlike the Oscars, in a few weeks, which are on at an ungodly hour.
Hope you had a great weekend, and I'll see you tomorrow.
