Penny went to sleep with any real hassle, and apart from a couple of minor blips during the night, which I attended to diligently, she slept through until after 8am. Of course I'd been at work for 10 minutes by that point, having nearly frozen to death once again.
I had a good time at work today. I'm not sure why. I was just in a good mood. Seasonal? Who can tell.
Anyway, 4pm came and I sauntered home, almost losing my hand to the elements whist on the phone to my dad.
Penny greeted me with another black eye. Her left this time. She headbutted a door frame, so Melissa says. She was eating her tea and smeared tomato sauce on her face. Melissa came in, post hoovering, and thought she was bleeding. Penny and me laughed. Melissa shit herself. Amusement.
Then Melissa chucked her in the bath and went collect our babysitter for the evening (Mel's mum), then it was off to the hospital to get Melissa's contraceptive implant removed. Also amusing. The fella (I hesitate to say doctor, or even nurse) was rooting round in her arm for an age. We ran out of small talk. It was awkward.
Then we went to the chippy on the way home and everything was fine.
Mel's mum had just got Penny to sleep, before I whizzed her home. Then I got home, ate my tea with Melissa and opened a beer.
Melissa's going to relax with the American X Factor and I'm going to get stressed out shooting kids in Call of Duty.
Friday tomorrow. How good's that?
