Sunday. 7am wakeup call. I was up most of the night feeling like dogshit. So a wakeup call is something of a misnomer, more a startling call, really.
Anyway, we got her in bed with us and watched some TV then I took her downstairs to watch more TV, eat porridge and Skype my mum and dad. Melissa, who's in work tonight and so is allowed a lie in, came down at about 9:30am, the proceeded to get a reluctant Penny ready for her photoshoot.
It was all in vain, however, as just before 11am, the allotted photoshoot time, the photographer rang in sick, so Melissa took Penny to her mum and dads and left me to hoover the house from top to bottom.
They got home later and found me playing Minecraft with Stew. They both had a nap and woke up later to find me playing Minecraft with Stew. Penny played with her Mr Potatohead until she got bored, then went and watched TV with Melissa and I played Minecraft with Stew. Some hours later we decided to stop playing, so I took Penny to (the) ASDA for milk and other supplies, then we came home and, just before enjoying a delicious tea as prepared by Melissa, she did viciously and with malice of forethought smash my stolen Hop Vine Beef Festival 2010 pint glass. It wasn't really deliberate, she claims, she simply knocked it off the draining board, she claims. Depsite that, she did a mean cottage pie so all is forgiven.
She went to work at about 5:30pm leaving me and Penny to watch CBeebies until she decided it was bath time, which tonight was just before 6pm.
One bath, bottle and bed later and she's asleep, I think which just leaves me with a mountain of dishes to do and then a nic, short film to watch before an early night. I hope.
Back tomorrow!
