Got a bit of a fright yesterday when at 14:30 my daughters creche telephoned my and asked me to pick Maeve up because she is ill – repeated Diarrhea and the creche has a “three loose craps and your out” policy. I got the call because my wife (who works by the creche) is away in Germany for a course. I was surprised when I turned up at 15:30 (I work a fair bit away from the creche) Maeve was all happy and smiley – did not look sick at all. But sick she is.

Its been a tiring afternoon and evening: The development group I am a member of has a software drop this evening – which usually involves staying to 8 or 9 in the evening depending on the issues. But I had to combine remote working (thanks guys) with changing nappies every 30 minutes since whatever Maeve easts passes straight though her, and keep an eye on my impish daughters exploits. Fortunately my wife comes home tonight.

Obviously Maeve has appreciated my stress and my help because I looked up late in the evening and saw my my daughter walking over from the door to the kitchen carrying a nice cold beer of the brand (as apposed to her moms) I like in her out-streched arms. Clever and strong girl for 16 months.

Now to get a lock for the fridge….

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