Monday, innit.
Penny had a proper fit last night, wanted to go and play. I won, though. And within and hour she was fast asleep. Just before Melissa got home from work. Typical. I didn't get to sleep until 1am, and when my alarm went off I didn't know what was going on.
For the most part, though, Monday was painless. I walked home via (the) ASDA where I collected my tea. A curry. I got home, phoned the council about the faulty street lights, then Penny and Melissa came home. I was on Penny duty while Melissa had a shower and got ready for work.
She snuck out leaving me to lose my temper with Penny as she's refusing to eat anything but bagels. And she's not really eating them either. I think her teeth are bothering her. Anyway, when we'd both had enough I chucked her in the bath, cleaned her, clothed her, fed her and put her to bed.
Tonight I plan on eating so much I can't feel my feet and then getting in to bed. I'm certain Penny will wake up and ruin some or all aspects of this. She often does.
Is it really only Tuesday tomorrow? I'd forgotten how much hard work Penny was...
