The 6th of February. Another terrible night. Andrew did ask if I wasn't sleeping well but I'm not sure how the problem with my line could be affecting my sleep, as I'm not having trouble breathing. I slept for about an hour before waking up, then that was it, the same as Monday night. I managed to drop back off just after seven until ten when Mommy came to get me up because Kate would be coming to flush my line. I was lucky she did as I'd just come out of the bathroom when Kate arrived with a student. Everything was fine and the red lumen bled again which she was very pleased with.
I didn't get downstairs for breakfast until gone eleven and I've just had a very quiet day. I've made two legs for Simon the Sheep, and had a brief chat with Julie because the Mirror people had a few queries before they send their copy.
I emailed Ram this morning and he hadn't heard from Andrew yet, so I'm glad I've planted that seed. Zopiclone tonight.
The 7th of February.
Oh, Zopiclone, my old friend. Good sleep last night. I watched Saturday Kitchen and read the paper. It's been a massively boring day, to be honest. I made the last legs for Simon and his ears and tail.
Now this afternoon, I could have happily sewed him all together and started on his fleece. However, Daddy had really wanted to see the Shaun the Sheep film, so I said I'd go with him so he didn't look weird. Jesus Christ it was boring. I mean really. There are no words. Literally no words in the film. No script. Not even the humans talk. They just make noises. I feel sorry for people with children who are forced to take them. And then Daddy had the indecency to fall asleep during the pinnacle of the story! Needless to say, I'm resenting him a little bit this evening.
