Bleedin 'eck I loathe computers, but I hate BT even more!
After roughly 800 million calls to BT the problem with our phone was finally resolved (it only took 3 months), only to find Broadband stopped working. Another zillion calls later to 'technical support, line fault, helpdesk, the AA the RAC' and Lord knows where else and a further six days later, Broadband came back!
Yippee I thought, but that very day the computer stopped working. Two days later a very clever man came and took the computer away under the cover of darkness, plugged it in at his home and called me to say it was working perfectly well at his house and could find nothing wrong, so he bought it back, reinstalled it into my lounge and left me a walloping bill! It is now 'kind of' working, VERY SLOWLY and I am going to accept that it takes ten minuetes and several attempts to connect to Broadband as I daren't phone Mr Clever or anyone else.

So, there is my puny excuse for not writing a blog more regularly. Sorry.

However, I have a question.

Mums out there (and Dads of course). Why is it that you cruise along with your little tadpoles tucked up for 12 hours a night for months on end, then suddenly they decide that 4.30am is morning time, EVERY MORNING?

Why?

Are they bored of sleeping? Do they think you're bored of sleeping and missing them? Or are they being devious and don't want you to be chipper and alert the next day? I try so hard to ignore him, but despite living in an old cottage the walls between our room and his seems to be made out of paper doillies, making it impossible to block out the high decibel screeching. So I am awake at 4.30am should anyone want a chat!!

My poor dog, Bob has suffered from my new found tiredness as on occasions, when it is raining stair rods or I have run out of time to walk him I put him in my landrover and take him 'off road' where they run along the side of the car, with me trying not to run them over.
So, last week I did just this, let Bob out at the beginning of the walk, trundled around the tracks for about 30-40 minuetes and finally came back to the beginning, got out of my car calling for him, opened the boot to find I had forgotton to let him out!! My shocked face met his annoyed face and as I had run out of time I had to just take him back home again where he shot daggers at me all evening from in front of the fire! I tried explaining but he didn't care that I had been awake since 4.30am.

So, if anyone out there has any tips to teach my son that 7am is morning time I would be very grateful!