Wednesday. Doesn't time fly?
As predicted Penny woke up at about 11pm and was an arse until 1am. I was blissfully unaware of this as I'd fallen well asleep. So asleep in fact that I didn't notice Penny beating me up and hitting me with a pillow.
I left Melissa and Penny fast asleep and made my way to work on foot on a gloriously cool, crisp winters morn and spent my day busy as a beaver, working hard on all sorts of gubbins.
I walked home, whilst on the phone to my mum and dad and found Melissa on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Penny had refused to sleep for a large part of the day and had instead decided to be a grouchy whinge bag. Result. This is a trend that has continued this evening.
She's currently refusing to sleep, despite being put to bed almost an hour ago.
I hope she goes off soon as I'm hoping for an early night, due to an excruciatingly early start tomorrow. I've done all my chores and I hope to get in some Call of Duty before bed time. Meanwhile, Melissa will be ironing a shirt for me.
See you tomorrow.
