9pm. 12.30 am. 1am 1.30am. Then 4.30am. both of them. and that was it. they didn't go back to sleep. John and I battled cattily over who had had more sleep before he got up with them at 6am and I was jolted awake at 6.55am by a cup of coffee and scrambled eggs. My hatred turned to overwhelming love. We are united sometimes in seething contempt for the nighthawks.
There seems to be a pattern forming and I will surely expire if it goes on for much longer.
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there was bacon as well.
You'll look back on this one day and grimace.
Do the little blighters sleep all day?
john- thanks
menace- yes
moobs- no
How about Gin? Either for you two, or perhaps for the kids???
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