Wednesday. Another reasonable lie in. I was running uncharacteristically early and ended up walking to work. I'm glad I did as I found a ten pound note. Which of course Melissa has since spent.
She and Penny went to Windmill Farm today. In Melissa's words it was "amazing". Penny seemed to enjoy herself, too. She was absolutely knackered by the time she got home, but wasn't too tired to eat half of tea, some of hers and all of her yoghurt. Of course, she didn't share her yoghurt and I had none left so, you know, typical.
Melissa took my tenner and went to body con or boxercise or body boxer of con cise or boxer con or whatever and I chucked Penny in the bath. She wasn't in the mood to play, though, and so it was just a quick one, followed by a whingy trek round the house for her favourite snuggy. She compromised in the end though, as we couldn't find it.
She's fast asleep now, giving me chance to get some dishes done, followed by a relaxing evening before Melissa gets home. We've got the season finale of The Following tonight.
Exciting.
