Thursday, 11 February 2010
Ill Timed Peace
At 5pm I went into the kitchen to make supper for the girls. As I left the living room Clara moaned that she was cold so I threw the Slanket over her. When I came back she was sound asleep. Knowing she makes Mao look like a fluffy little kitten of lovliness when woken I left her until supper was ready. Phoebe sat down at the table to eat and I moved Clara to wake her up, she didn't wake. I gently tried to wake her and nothing so I gave in. Then Paul called so I put her down on the sofa (literally dumped to oneside) and there she stayed, still fasto. She must have been knackered! Well if she will drop all naps. Still, she looks dead cute whilst she sleeps doesn't she!