Well, here we are. the threehundredandsixtyfifth day of this blog.
And guess what, I'm stuck in fucking work.
Slept well, got up, went to work, phoned Melissa. Penny slept well, she'd taken some fluids, milk, and had a bit of diarhea. No spell check on this machine, sorry. She also sent me some lovely photos and put a few on Facebook of Penny's beautiful smiling face. She looks much better and from what I can tell is doing well.
I can't tell you much though, as I haven't seen her in over 24 hours.
Just before I left work I was made aware of something that needed to be done before tomorrow. It would usually be a quick task, that can be actioned in minutes. It's been 4 hours and still very little progress has been made.
I hope to get home at some point and see my wife and daughter, although at this rate they'll both be in bed.
See you tomorrow with a much less angry blog.
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Just got home, it's 20:55. I'm tired, hungry and pissed off.
Penny's asleep and she looks adorable, and well. We're just trying to think of something to have for tea that doesn't involve too much cooking and then it'll be bed time.
Ugh.
See you tomorrow.
