Douglas Adams said that Vogon poetry was bad; he knew nothing!
Today was a nightmare sleep-wise. I arrived home at 7:45 with my head splitting, my knee burning and a desire for an alternative to Tramadol. I knew then that it was going to be very difficult, if not impossible, to get a good days sleep but I hadn't reckoned on the additional delight of having Han's friends (enemies) spending the entire day knocking on the front door. What is it with little girls; it seems as though they fall in and out of friendship, with each other, a hundred times a day?
Nat and Sion (Donna's daughter) left, at 11:00, to catch the bus to Endeby. They were on a mission to sus out the bus stops and chip shops near to their new school; term starts on Thursday. I was left with Han and an obsessive, desperate and all consuming desire to sleep.
Around 11:30 I left her playing on the PC, with firm instructions not to go out unless she came and told me, and climbed the stairs to Bedfordshire.
Too tied to read or even listen to podcasts I climbed wearily into bed and semi-consciously anticipated my journey to the land of Nod.
THAT'S WHEN IT STARTED.....
"knock, knock, knock, knock......knock, knock, knock, knock
"Han answer the bloody door it's your mates" I shout.
The door opens, doorstop conversations ensue,
"Daddy I'm going outside with Mantell...."
"OK make sure you've got your phone."
"OK"... Door SLAMS LOUDLY, once more I sought solace in the arms of Morpheus.
A LITTLE while later, Door SLAMS LOUDLY, Nat or Han are back......
"knock, knock, knock, knock......knock, knock, knock, knock
"Han answer the bloody door it's your mates" I shout.
The door opens, doorstop conversations,
"Daddy I'm going outside with Chan...."
"OK make sure you've got your phone"
"OK"... Door SLAMS LOUDLY....
and so goes the rest of the day.
Barlene's been horrible....
Door SLAMS LOUDLY............
"knock, knock, knock, knock......knock, knock, knock, knock
"NAT KILL YOUR SISTER'S BLOODY MATES"
The door opens, doorstop conversations,
"Daddy I'm going outside with (add appropriate name).
This pattern repeated itself over and over interrupted, only occasionally, by Nat experimenting with the TV. Eventually he did find the volume level necessary to wake the dead, a group he so nearly joined!
Eventually, I managed to sleep; with headphones plugged into my ears, said headphones plugged into my phone, said phone on maximium volume playing the podcasts I was too tired to listen too! I should have done that from the start; you live and learn or you don't live!
I had the strangest dream...

Finally some sleep, up for 6pm, dinner was smashing, Deb had made her own breaded turkey fillets which we ate with a salad (our onions and lettuce) and french beans (also from the allotment) cooked and left to go cold....these were delicious! I've taken the rest of yesterdays soup to work and approximately 5 minutes ago, it's now 01:50 2/9/9, I heated it in the microwave and now I'm about to drink it, God the excitement of my life....Cheers!
A girl found strangled in her mother's boyfriend's lorry may have been sexually assaulted, police have said. Stacey Lawrence, nine, was found in the cab of the lorry on the A605 near Warmington, in Northamptonshire, on Saturday afternoon. Darren Walker, 40, from West Bromwich, was found dead in woods nearby.

Talking of sad deaths Ted Kennedy passed away last week. The most under rated of the three Arthurian brothers


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