The time was that I lay in on a Saturday morning. Lazy days under the duvet, re-charging my batteries after a long week working for the man. (Technically, being self-employed, I suppose the man is actually me, but for present purposes, I am happy to maintain the dichotomy. Please bear with me.).
However, since the advent of the small bald person, this is all a rather hazy memory. Perhaps my mind has tricked me - maybe I never lay in until noon, reading the papers, drinking tea and turning the light off when the window cleaner came demanding payment.
So far this morning, I have dressed myself, changed the SBP, cleared out the car, washed the dishes, made a curry (some help from Nigella, but I did most of the hard graft) and written this. I will shortly be departing on an important mission to buy curtain rings. It is not yet 10am.
Throughout most of this, and apparently without any delberate malice, the baby has returned to a deep and blissful sleep.
Nightcap
15 years ago
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