Well, someone, nameless (Penny) woke up at 4:30am, and therefore so did we all. We (Melissa) tried to get her back to sleep but she was having none of it, so at like, 5:30am, Melissa brought her into bed with us. This didn't work at all, she just lay there punching me in the face and smiling, so Melissa relented, got up and made her a bottle, fed her and put her back down. She slept, then, just in time for me to get up and go to work. I felt great.
Monday at work, was mostly uneventful. I did buy a JML Wondermat (I think it's called) from Wilkinson's. We needed a new mat to protect our new carpet, and this one matched it perfectly. So far, impressed.
I came home via (the) ASDA to collect some apples, as I had none for my lunch today. I was at a loss. I marched home at top speed as I was expecting a phone call from a priest on the landline (he won't phone mobiles according to his housekeeper, Mrs Doyle. I made the last two things up. Although I did speak to a woman, I can only assume she was the house keeper. She may have been his wife, he was wearing a wedding ring. And she definitely wasn't called Mrs Doyle if she was married to him, because he wasn't called Father Doyle. Come to think of it, are catholic priests allowed to marry? I thought that was like, against their rules. Hm. I'll ask him next time I see him). He didn't call when he said he would, which made me paranoid I'd given him the wrong number. So, at 5pm, I phoned him. He apologised for not calling back, claiming he was busy with someone else. Whatever. He said he could squeeze us in at 5:30pm. Fortunately, nanny Judy was here, having just returned from Slimming World with Melissa. She agreed to Penny-sit for us at short notice and we shot off to the church to meet a priest whose name escapes me.
He was a lovely, probably Scottish priest. He asked our names, wrote them down, asked Penny's names, wrote them down, then asked where we got married. Shit. We both looked at each, smiled nervously and said in unison "Las Vegas". He wasn't impressed. We should have apparently asked our parish priest for permission to marry outside his parish before we could wed in Vegas, which would have ruined the surprise somewhat. We're now probably going to have some sort of blessing, so that God knows we're married, before they'll let us get Penny christened. On the back of that we have to ask our parish priest for permission to get Penny baptised out of our local parish. We also have to attend mass several times before the christening, and several times afterwards to keep up the pretence that we're good Catholics. And we have to find people who've been baptised themselves to be Penny's Godparents. I honestly didn't expect it to be this much of a chore. Getting married in Vegas took so much less effort to get done. I wonder if they do baptisms...
ANYWAY!
We got home, relieved nanny Judy of babysitting duty and set about bathing and feeding Penny whilst Skyping my parents and having a good old chin wag. I've used that expression twice today, and probably never once before today. Weird.
Once Penny was in bed I hastened to the Chinese takeaway for our Valentines dinner. We gorged ourselves until our stomachs hurt, thus undoing any good that was done at Slimming World, and now it's time for hibernation.
I might have a glass of wine. Or a beer. Or a cider. I don't like to drink on a week night though. But as it's Valentines day tomorrow, it would be rude not to.
See you tomorrow, "happy Valentines" to you all you lovers out there. And, you know, to everyone one else "happy tuesday". I don't want to alienate my audience.
Oh, and I've had an interesting idea for this blog's birthday which is coming in 15 days. I'll run it by you tomorrow as I've rambled far too much this evening.
Bye!
