Well Monday came and went without issue. Sort of.
Penny and Melissa were still fast asleep when I left for work, annoyingly. I got a lift as it looked like the heavens might open. They did. Briefly. It was an absolutely hideous morning, but it's glorious now. Anywho, Penny's been fighting with furniture again. She's got a big bruise on her forehead. I don't know what the stool said, but she felt the need to head butt it.
She screamed, of course, but cake calmed her down.
I got home from work, after an alright day. Less talk of football and redundancies, which was refreshing. I posted birthday cards to Penny's great grandma and then came back home and cooked up a storm in the kitchen. It was a truly lovely tea, and typically, there wasn't enough of it. But what there was was delicious, and moderately healthy.
Melissa shot off to work and at 6pm or so Penny declared it was time for a bath. I've started giving her a shower while she's in the bath, which she enjoys. Although today, whilst holding the shower head, she did manage to squirt herself in the face, much to my amusement. Serves her right for squirting me the other day.
Once cleaned and dried I gave her her bottle and off to sleep she went. I did my chores and dug out a can of Fosters which doesn't taste as bland as I remember.
Tuesday tomorrow. We have to be thankful for small victories.
