Success. She slept from 7pm until 6:15am. We all 3 had a good night. I got up at a reasonable hour, showered and walked to work leaving Penny and Melissa playing in bed.
It was a lovely walk, after the days and days of rain we've had. Fresh, cool air, and monstrous puddles and mud slicks abounds. Work was mostly uneventful but I managed to save us £20 a month on our home insurance. Score.
I stayed behind for 30 minutes on a problem and then headed to meet Melissa and Penny in the concourse. Melissa had had a hair cut. I did everything right : I a) noticed and b) immediately complimented her. She wasn't convinced, despite my insistence. I stopped after a while, for fear of over doing it. She genuinely does look lovely though.
She drove home via her mothers house, dropping her off on the way, while I popped into (the) ASDA for some bread and sponges and cheese.
Melissa fed Penny then cooked us a sumptuous banquet of "any shit we had in the fridge" stir fry. It wasn't too shabby, either.
We played with Penny for a bit, and then chucked her in the bath. Testament to how tired she was, she slipped and when over arse over tit, ending up almost fully submerged. Just after she recovered from that trauma she went for a walk over to the taps, bent down to pick up her favourite flannel and nutted the water spout. Tears. Many, many tears, then a dummy was produced and all was well.
We got her dried and dressed, then I read to her while Melissa put away her ironing, then she took her off me to feed her and I was banished.
This evening I once again have a kitchen to clean, but after that, beers, a movie and bed. I might skip the movie, actually. Melissa's ironing. She doesn't need my help with that, fortunately.
Friday tomorrow. Can you feel it?
