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Sunday, 11 November 2012

Oh no it’s my niece again.

Happy days. The sleep depravation demon has turned up again.

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This time she wants me to take her to Gatwick again. Her flight leaves at 0610 on Monday morning heading for Amsterdam. That means that I’ll have to be up at about 0300 so that I get my cup of tea and 10 cigarettes consumed before we set off.

She was quite sneaky this time. Instead of turning up tonight she arrived yesterday to get the drop on me. Since then she has worked her way through my White wine, Beer,  Red wine, and now she’s on my Mount Gay rum. (The single malt is hidden in the garden).

Apart from the early start tomorrow I’ve got my eldest daughter coming over mid morning to discuss financial details of our family holiday next year. I’m sure they have colluded together so that this groggy blogger is talked into paying more than he needs.

I’m starting to think that I need to rent a permanent parking space at Gatshit as I seem to spend an inordinate time there. Thursday I’ll be there picking up my younger daughter and family at midnight, and Saturday picking up the Spawn of Satan from her return trip.

If there are no posts from me Tomorrow, then I’m probably dead. 


  1. Families, eh?
    Actually, very nice to read a post about everyday life, not about politics or bans or how we're all going to hell in a handcart.
    Good luck.

  2. Try the two magic words : "No" and "taxi"....

  3. Lysistrata.
    Occasionaly I need to write about mundane every day life. It keeps my feet on the ground as it were.


    She's working all hours off the day and needs a bit of help to keep her sane. Then again maybe I'm an old softy.

  4. Ah, the joys of children. You spend years bringing them up, thinking that once they hit adulthood you will be released from the responsibilities.

    Ha! No such luck! As my daughters keep reminding me: "But that's what dads are for!"

  5. I did demand a single malt for my trouble. I'm enjoying it now.


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