So yesterday there was a major event in the town next door. Errant builders managed to put a trench through the main power lead supplying half the town. This meant a sudden outbreak of darkness and powerlessness in a household where the step grandchild, child of Serenity does not go to bed with the light off.
This of course required a night at nanny's, herself being most pleased to come home from uni to find a child just arrived and delighted to see her.
As far as I can see this child knows only one word "Nanny" and has limitless energy which is usually devoted to something she should not really be doing.
The only way we eventually got her to bed was by turning the lights off everywhere else.
She takes up over half the bed, and at least when she fell asleep she stopped talking. Yes she stopped talking and started snoring.
Pity the poor step grandfather, shoved into a miniscule part of the bed, perched trying not to fall out whilst being deafened by snoring at a volume that would have a ZZtop fan complaining at the din.
It was like sleeping in a concrete mixer, that was still running.
Don't call me grampy, grumpy is a far better description.
This of course required a night at nanny's, herself being most pleased to come home from uni to find a child just arrived and delighted to see her.
As far as I can see this child knows only one word "Nanny" and has limitless energy which is usually devoted to something she should not really be doing.
The only way we eventually got her to bed was by turning the lights off everywhere else.
She takes up over half the bed, and at least when she fell asleep she stopped talking. Yes she stopped talking and started snoring.
Pity the poor step grandfather, shoved into a miniscule part of the bed, perched trying not to fall out whilst being deafened by snoring at a volume that would have a ZZtop fan complaining at the din.
It was like sleeping in a concrete mixer, that was still running.
Don't call me grampy, grumpy is a far better description.
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