It's just another morning here, as Ms Griffith once said. So far, I have been woken up by a phonecall from a coffee shop I worked in up until six-ish months ago, at about 7am. I didn't make it to the conversation point, just assumed they were short of staff and this being a Saturday in close proximity to Christmas, desperation ensued. This is all an assumption, of course, as I just got to the "Hi Mel-" part of conversation and, realising that it wasn't work, put the phone down and shoved it somewhere in my duvet. Too late, awake now, and venturing downstairs for water. Which actually turns out to be a delicious vanilla latte, and vitamins- blergh. But a necessary blergh. Must keep the little dude- Jonathon this week, and finally a name Daddy and I agree on- healthy and full of vitamins. Lord knows it doesn't get it from my paltry poverty diet. Must have a look through the cupboard and see what I can make out of all the ambient things I bought in the 'big shop'. So far, fruit and nut cous-cous, which was actually delicious and I could happily live off it until Christmas. Good job really, as it looks like I might have to.
"Hello, Captain Cock-Up here..." That's Mrs Next-door, who we learn this morning is looking after a dog that barks every time we laugh in the kitchen- and laughing in the kitchen is something that happens on a pretty regular basis in this house. Which, while good for general laughter levels, is not so great for Mrs Next-door's nerves, as she isn't too keen on the dog. Vow to laugh more quietly. Dismiss vow immediately as it is not possible to do anything quietly. Except orgasm when you share a house.
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