1999: Once again I lay in bed listening to that old snooze button being bashed over the head. Mum eventually turned it off at seven and I think she was actually planning to ring work and claim that her alarm hadn’t gone off (well it wouldn’t be surprising really; she’s so mean to it). To ensure mummy didn’t oversleep, I got up and requested my milk, when she tumbled out of bed and duly got this for me. Whilst mummy was getting ready for work, I wrecked the upstairs. Never mind, mummy can tidy it all up again tonight. I especially had fun with the cotton wool pads, which are now in pieces.
When mummy picked me up tonight, she knew straight away that I hadn’t slept (is there nothing you can keep from your mum?). She said I looked awful (charming) and I was also very tearful and cried most of the way home. (Oh right. So like she wouldn’t get upset if someone greeted her with “you look awful”; I may be a kid but I have feelings too you know). We went to Karen’s tonight and I fell asleep on the way at 5.30. I apparently carried on sleeping on her settee, through a bum change and change of clothes, a car journey home and a transfer to bed. I don’t think mummy will be needing the alarm clock tomorrow morning, I just hope she doesn’t think I’ve got a snooze button. The one saving grace is at least I’m a moving target!
2019: Saturday lie in but not a long one. Day off and want to go out. Took mum and Zof to Cromer via the coast road (mum had to take her hearing aids out for some reason – Its NOT LOUD!) and had BBQ, Mozzarella and Aoili chips from The Bucket List. Had hot chocolate overlooking the sea from the Red Lion Hotel and then headed home as it was bloomin freezing. Bourne Sesh this afternoon and cooked duck in plum sauce for tea (Marco Polo)