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r_scribblesWell, Vi's naughtiness, loss of appetite and grouchiness was explained last night... at half past four in the morning, after she'd woken up at half two and completely failed to settle after lots of cuddles in bed and loads of milk I tried feeling her gums, and yup, her first molar is cutting through. Ouch. A dose of Calpol and some Bonjella on her sore gum finally let her (and us) sleep. So last 'night' I slept from 5am to 11am. Hubs' sleep was even more unsettled. Our 'New Years' hopes and dreams right now are pretty much confined to 'Hope Violet sleeps through and we manage to stay awake til midnight'. We'll deal with tomorrow tomorrow.
A beef roast for tea, bucks fizz and a Scrabble match if our sleep deprived brains can handle it tonight, since there's cock all on telly. Whatever happened to Clive James' revue of the year, eh? How comes it that got kicked to the kerb but we still get Jool Fecking Holland, eh?
Happy New Year anyway, everybody peeps. Enjoy yourselves.
The quote is by me, BTW. A rare moment of improvisatory comic lucidity today in an afternoon of otherwise brain-fudged dim-wittery.
A beef roast for tea, bucks fizz and a Scrabble match if our sleep deprived brains can handle it tonight, since there's cock all on telly. Whatever happened to Clive James' revue of the year, eh? How comes it that got kicked to the kerb but we still get Jool Fecking Holland, eh?
Happy New Year anyway, everybody peeps. Enjoy yourselves.
The quote is by me, BTW. A rare moment of improvisatory comic lucidity today in an afternoon of otherwise brain-fudged dim-wittery.
