My alarm was set for 6:30am. Penny's was apparently set for 6am, and so we were all well awake before my alarm went off.
I showered and awaited my lift to Manchester in the freezing cold from a sickly man called Mark who'd been up half the night with "belly trouble". We got to manchester in a little over 90 minutes and attended a meeting for a little under 60 minutes then drove back to Skelmersldale in a little over 30 minutes. Traffic's a bitch.
The rest of the day was spent working hard, as usual, until it was 4pm and time to go home.
I went to (the) ASDA with Ellen to help her with a new microwave, and then home to Melissa and Penny who'd been shopping all afternoon.
We had tea and Penny showed me her dancing, then she splattered the wall with strawberry yoghurt and it was unanimously decided it was bath time.
She's currently in bed, possible asleep. It's hard to tell. She was knackered, so fingers crossed.
This evening will be rounded off with a beer and movie, while Melissa watches X Factor USA.
Due to the early start, I'm hoping once again for an early night.
Friday tomorrow. That sneaked up on us, didn't it?
