Monday 13th November

I was woken up by a snuffy Mook requesting 'juice', and thinking that as I was so wide awake it must be time to get up, just glanced at my watch which said 20 past. I toddled off to the kitchen to make the coffees, and it wasn't until I woke Hop up and gave him his coffee, and he asked why it was still so dark, and what the time was that I realised that I was probably not as awake as I thought I was, and it was actually 20 past 5. Doh!!!
Kept Lucy at home today, as she has a really awful cough and loads of 'mojo' which is the spanish word for snot. Another day, very similar to yesterday in that I had a very grumpy Mook on my hands. Only one major tantrum in the afternoon, although it seemed to knock her out, afterwhich she then insisted on getting into her highchair, which reclines, for a snooze. There is a full scale Caleema here at the moment which makes the air really nasty to breathe, and I dare say that this is adding to the Mooks discomfort.
Spent the evening looking forward to watching the first "I'm a Celebrity..." but found by the time it was on, I couldn't keep my eyes open and went to bed. A combined effect of a poorly tot, and a ridiculous early morning mis-calculation of time.