Sunday. I had intended on a lie in this morning, as Melissa had agreed she would get up with Penny, but by the time we'd Skype'd my parents and one thing and another, it wasn't really appropriate to go back to sleep, so the three of us got up and had breakfast.
After an hour or so it was Penny's nap time. Of course, no one told her that, and we fought for about an hour to get her to nod off. Melissa went back to sleep as she wasn't feeling particularly well, and was due in work tonight.
I played Minecraft.
A good two hours later, Penny woke up. I changed her nappy and sent her in to Melissa. There's no better wake up call.
We had lunch and played in the street for a bit. Melissa cleaned the car out and me and Penny counted stones, then we took the car to Melissa's mum and dads where I hoovered the car and ate more custard creams than is polite.
By this point Melissa was feeling decidedly worse. We came home and I cooked tea for the three of us.
We all ate, but Melissa was quite clearly unwell. I know she's not well, as she phoned in sick for work. Something she never ever does.
Both the women in my life are currently in bed, Penny's asleep, Melissa's moaning about her head and ears and eyes hurting.
I've played a mere two hours of Minecraft this evening, and I'm currently sat drinking a whiskey while I write this.
Soon I will go to bed, for tis Monday the morrow.
Good night!
