Today I ate worm poo. More on that later.
I collected my in laws up from Ormskirk just after midnight and delivered them safely to their front door. Then it was just a matter of getting home and getting to bed.
And then it was 7am. Penny awoke. We had her in bed with us for a bit, then I took her downstairs and made her some porridge. She didn't want any of hers though, and was more than happy to help me eat mine.
About 2 hours late we wen to wake Melissa up. Penny had a nap and when she woke up Melissa delivered her to her mum and dads house while I got cracking on the garden. Melissa came home and made soup. Two different varieties. I was slaving away in the front garden, just decimating it really. It was cold, wet and wholly unpleasant. I was incredibly pleased when Melissa brought me out a big mug of one of her soups. I drank it like a tramp standing next to a flaming bin.
The worm poo was eaten when I was pretending to eat a worm to freak Melissa out. It worked, but not as I had planned, as the worm opened its bowels into my open, salivating mouth. Yum.
Garden and house done we collected out daughter and brought her home where we ate tea (soup, surprisingly). Penny fed yoghurt to the wall and had an argument with a pink leather foot stool. I called t a draw, but Penny's going to have a hell of a shiner in the morning.
This evening, if I can keep my eyes open, I'm watching a film. I'm too tired for Black Ops. Melissa's got TV to watch and she's going to blitz the bathroom, too.
Hope you all had a lovely weekend. I'll be back tomorrow!
