Got up at 6:30am. Went to work. Worked. Melissa had a flat tyre; I went to help with Howard; Melissa's dad was already there. He did half the job, Howard did the other half. I supervised.
I met Melissa and Penny in (the) ASDA after work, then we came home.
Penny refused to eat her tea, but stole a piece of garlic bread off my plate. She also finished my yoghurt, but I ate one of her Jaffa Cakes. Hah!
She's had her bath, she's in bed, fast asleep.
This evening I'm playing Skyrim. Melissa's in work, and when she comes home at midnight we're going to watch the finale of Broadchurch before anyone in work or on Facebook spoils it.
That means a 1am bed time. I'm not going to be any fun tomorrow.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have dishes to do before Skyrim.
