Thursday/Friday.
Thursday played out like most Thursday do. Slowly, with the ever nearing promise of a Friday.
In the evening I met my dad in Liverpool, we went for a beer and then went to see Man of Steel, with which we were both disappointed. Had a nice evening though, whatever the case.
I came home, found Melissa in bed watching The Valleys. Instead of giving me a warm embrace and turning it off so we could settle down and get a good nights sleep she told me to shut up and stop moaning. We watched the Valleys until a little after 00:30am and then the light went out.
We'd both just about dozed off when Melissa woke me up screaming at 1:30am that she'd just been bitten by a spider. I thought she was talking shit, until after a few minutes of obsessive searching she spotted the apparent culprit crawling over my side of the bed. I rescued the little fella (chucked him out the window) and settled myself back down to sleep. At 2am Melissa was still stood by the bed considering sleeping at her mum and dads house, or on our couch, stripping the bed, burning the mattress, all that sort of stuff.
We ended up sleeping with the light on until 5:30am when Penny decided it was time to get up. We ended up watcing Peppa Pig until 7am, when I got up for work. I'm not sure how.
I walked in, did my time and then Melissa and Penny (who met Melissa's mum in town and went on the "WHEEEEEL"). We went to (the) ASDA on the way home for beer (for me) and then I cooked tea.
Penny ate half of Melissa's tea and half of mine, before we chucked her in the bath. Melissa's putting her to sleep now and I'm drinking my first (and possibly only beer) of the night.
Melissa's mum's volunteered to take Penny off us tomorrow night, which allows me and Melissa to catch up on some much needed sleep. I'm extra appreciative as tomorrow morning I'm up early to take the car for a service and MOT. I hate being responsible.
Have a wonderful weekend folks!
