A delicious 6am start this morning. I got up and made some tea and toast and we let the little one run round like a dervish for a bit. I caught her putting ripped pieces of toilet paper in the toilet at one point. She also re-organised my shelves for me. She's a gem.
I fought gale force winds on the way to work and spent the day doing work stuff (mainly scouring the internet for news on the Daft Punk album like Neo searches for Morpheus in The Matrix).
I walked home, phoned Sky to whinge to them that fucking TV still isn't working upstairs and then Melissa and Penny picked me up and we went to (the) ASDA for some stuff.
Penny looked a little rough and kept pointing to her belly and going "ow" so we thought she might be a little unwell. We got home and she seemed a little peaky, so we bunged her in the bath and she proceeded to fart. Loads. And loads. And then she perked right up, so fingers crossed she sleeps ok tonight.
After her bath me and Melissa had our tea and Penny had some more to eat. Melissa's currently putting her to bed. When she's asleep, I'm hitting the XBox up, Skyrim style.
Friday tomorrow. Hold on in there. The end's in sight.
