7.00Â Got up
7.10Â Gave the Princess her breakfast
7.30Â Read “That’s not my Tractor” and “We’re going on a Bear Hunt” with the Princess
7.45Â Looked at photographs with the Princess
8.00Â Breakfasted with spouse while keeping a wary eye on the Princess
8.20Â Put on washing machine (again)
8.30Â Back to bed for nap
9.00Â Awake exhausted and crawl to shower
9.30Â Dressed and ready to face the day, depart for park
9.45Â Arrive park and assist the Princess in extracting maximum enjoyment from swings and slides while getting mud on off white coat.Â Split Princess’s lip while assisting her on to see-saw.Â Deal with understandable profound upset. Get blood on (freshly dry cleaned) very off white coat. Deeply regret wearing off white coat.
10.15Â Meet a number of friends and acquaintances and assorted offspring in park
11.00Â Go home.
11.15Â Entertain friend and offspring with tea and croissants
12.00Â Attend mass
13.00Â Return home.
What I used to do on Sunday mornings before my daughter was born
7.00 – 13.00Â Sleep.
13.00 Â Get up.
Spent her nap time recovering from the ardours of the morning and discovering from the Observer what ailments she is likely to
have.Â This afternoon was magic though.Â We went to the toy museum. It’s a fabulous place.Â Loads of toys (obviously) which children can actually play with including a little kitchen, scooters, train sets, cars, buses, trams, rocking horses and a small theatre.Â It reminded me of the toy theatres that my father bought us when we were little and I have grown all nostalgic and intend to torture my mother to check whether they are still in the attic.
on 09 February 2005 at 21:31
Oh go away. Well, 9.30, probably time for me to head to bed. Yawn.