We ended up driving to Southport for the Sunday afternoon. Penny went on the Batmobile. Twice. I was so proud. Then we had fish and chips. Well, I had scampi and chips. But yeah, it was ace. Home, then. All three of us knackered. It shows, too, as we all slept really well and it was 7am before we heard from Penny. Result.
Monday. I'm still knackered. We all are. It wasn't a bad day in work, just a little quiet. And then suddenly busy. I was glad to get out of there and into the madness of (the) ASDA.
We got home, gave Penny some porridge and then I made up her bottle. Disaster struck when there was only 5 scoops left instead of 7. We abandoned that plan and moved over to a bottle of milk. Plain cows milk. Exciting. Scary. Milky.
It was a struggle to get her to sleep, as she was over tired. An expression I hate, but it's probably the best description I could give.
Melissa's having a shower, I'm cooking tea. We will soon eat and I will make Melissa watch a film with me. She has no choice.
See you tomorrow!
