I have been babysitting since six yesterday evening.

We looked after Puppychild and Sean while K8 and TAT went out to get drunk celebrate K8’s birthday. I scraped them up from the pub at midnight and brought them here as they were spending the night.

My babysitting didn’t end there, as TAT was roaring for more drink [Fr Jack?] and he knew I had a stash of whiskey somewhere, so I had to hang around just in case. I didn’t want them completely smashed as I wanted them clear headed enough to do their own babysitting in the morning.

I don’t know how it started, bur K8 got into a very long [2 hours] conversation with Brianf in America. Luckily I have Skype. Poor Brianf ended up rather confused, as our K8 can be pretty weird when sober, but with a few pints and half a bottle of wine [but no whiskey] on her……….

I got to bed at half four.

I was woken at half seven by Puppychild releasing the hounds [aka Sandy] who proceeded to give me a face wash.

I got up to mind Puppychild who is in sparkling form and is getting through vanilla yoghurts at a frightening rate. She is delighted to have ‘Gwandant’ to talk to too.

So I’m sitting here listening to Sponge Bob and wondering what happened to peace and quiet.

For those of you who don’t know – Sponge Bob is a horrible cartoon series that has a single function and that is to teach children American slang [in an American accent, of course]. I swear one of the characters is voiced by Holly Hunter. It is fill of words like “check-it-out” and “you guys” [now we know where The Plank was educated!]. And during the commercials, they are heavily promoting a tacky looking dolls-house that costs the best part of €200.

I have just had my revenge though.

I sent Puppychild up to bounce on her parents’ bed.

P.S. Happy Birthday, K8