Slept well, after going to bed at 10:30pm. It wasn't as warm last night as it has been, but it was by no means cold. I barely remember Melissa getting home.
It was about 7am when Penny woke up. Melissa collected her and I tried to remember where I was, at one point thinking, hoping, that it might be Sunday. It wasn't.
I walked to work and had a moderately quiet day whilst I was there, with nothing out of the ordinary occurring. Melissa and Penny picked me up at 4pm and we came home. Me and Penny played in the street while Melissa had her shower.
At one point Penny wandered into next doors garden where they have several dandelion clocks with which she is obsessed and can spot from about a hundred metres away. She shouted me "Martyn! See!" I said "I can see them fine from here" and then she gestured and said "round! round!". Who was I to argue? Round I went.
We came inside after a bit and she was looking out the window of her play room when she saw a ball in the garden. "Martyn! Get it!" she instructed. I made up some shitty excuse but she insisted ."Daddy! Gate! Side! Ball!" So out we went. We played on the swing while her tea cooked and then she ate that, and some of mine and then Melissa went to work.
Some point after this someone apparently swapped the angelic child described above with some sort of demonic hell spawn. Getting her to sleep was, shall we say, a fucking chore. In her defence her teeth were bothering her and I couldn't find any Calpol. I left her to scream a few times, perfectly aware her window was open. She was screaming "Mummy! Daddy! Mummy! Mummy! Martyn! Martyn!" and I'm pretty sure through the open bathroom window I could hear the neighbours laughing away.
In the end I found some Ibuprofen which settled her along with a book about a bear who was dumped at the tip and subsequently rescued by a boy and his dog. Or some shit.
She's asleep now. I'm going to do the dishes and then go to bed.
Good night!
