Even though I’d done little but sleep yesterday I slept through last
night. “er
indoors TM” cooked up bacon rolls, and leaving her under
the tender care of “Darcie Waa Waa TM” (or was it the other way
round?), “Daddy’s Little Angel TM” and I set off to Folkestone
(once we’d found where she’d left her door key!). We collected whatever
it was she’d left behind, then went to Asda for nappies. Parking took some
doing; some idiot woman was inches from my back bumper as I drove round and
round the car park; I had to tell her to back off. She stared at me as though I
was talking some foreign language. I pointed out the obvious; I couldn’t park
my car because she was giving me no space. The sooner I could park, the sooner
she could park. Mind you I’d driven past several spaces that she hadn’t stopped
off to park in. I think she was a bit “special”.
Asda was heaving; so many people buying so much stuff. And with
nappies bought we collected “Stormageddon – Bringer of Destruction TM”
and came home. Eventually. Ashford was gridlocked. The crowds in Folkestone’s
Asda were nothing compared to the swarms trying to get into the Outlet centre.
We
got home, and were soon joined by “My Boy TM”, Cheryl and
Lacey. We had a rather good bit of dinner, then played “Skid Markz”; a
rather good board game based on dogs dragging their bums round the carpet (as
dogs do). Then we played cards… you know… that game we play at Christmas
with twos, sevens, nines and tens?
All too soon the day
had rushed away, and “My Boy TM” and his entourage had to set
off. As “Daddy’s Little Angel TM” dozed on the sofa, “Stormageddon
– Bringer of Destruction TM” finally got to turn the telly on,
and we watched other people playing “Geometry Dash”; an odd video game
in which a strange shape alternately collides into some objects and avoids
others for no apparent reason.
“Darcie
Waa Waa TM” sat on the kitchen floor. Despite having acquired a
small fortune in pressies she was happy stacking the dog food bowls.
I
had an early night… I was worn out with it all…
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