I spent a goodly part of this morning (at least, up until the American office woke up and began paging me) in bed with a beautiful blonde girl.
Yeah, First-born is over and at about 6am she sneaked in, waving the Toy-Story DVD and a moth-eaten toy that seems surgically attached to her whenever she's in her night clothes.
So we watched Toy Story (23rd time), The Making Of Toy Story and read some of my really old, pre-political correctness Noddy books. And we had breakfast in bed.
This more than balances the grief of the previous two posts. Just wanted to share.
Exactly 6 weeks to go as of today.
