New Job

I started my new job in earnest today in style, by staying up reading a Tom Clancy book til 3.30 in the morning last night and waking at 7 this morning feeling like I hadn't really gone to sleep. Why oh why in Tom Clancy books does it take 700 pages for anything to happen only for the action to start at bedtime?

On the ticklist today:

• Baby washing
• Bed linen washing (after minor milk spill and general sandyness)
• Washing up with infantile assistance
• Vic Reeves Club Singer singalongs of Dandy Warhol classics
• Story Telling at Library
• Bread and Mile Shopping including Dive Bombing by Magpie - we know no fear
• Eloise exhaustion and subsequent post-toast remedial action (aka nap)
• More Tom Clancy - three shakes of a lamb's tail from the end now
  
• Jolly games in garden with plastic tuk-tuk thingy
• Visit to Stafford Shopping Centre, round Wooly's with list for tonight's culinary extravaganza, including shameless inane public banter with babe - and purchase of replacement copy of Where The Wild Things Are, the signal pinnacle of mankinds literary achievement
  
• Meeting with lovely wife at Lanham Park - including witnessing of her humiliation at hands or should that be beak of magpie - she knows heap big fear
• Cycle home from Lanham Park while Nicole drives - mysteriously, no avian interference
• Culinary extravaganza of couscous with various vegetables - they are called courgettes, dammit
• Babe to bed.

I can't believe I'm not being paid for this.... oh, of course, I am....