Tuesday 9th May

Got up (got out of bed, dragged a comb across my head), took the mook to nursery, went to the bank and was back in time for my guilty viewing secret, a programme about foundlings with Kate Adie doing the links between stories. Fascinating stuff, although very, very sad as well. I think that the women who do this must be suffering from severe post natal depression. I know that I could never have left Lucy, and felt bad when they took her away the first night so I could get some sleep.
Anyway, when this was finished had a major clean up operation before collecting my tempestuous tot from nursery. More screams this afternoon so walked around Adeje and found a virgin park, never played in by us before, so Mookenstein was very satisfied. Until that is, it was time to go home. She then sat on the top step of the slide, just out of my reach and howled like a hound of the baskerville. Class act.