So there i was on Saturday evening fully relaxed and prepared for Sunday. I was really 'up for it', I'd had a belly full of pasta, loads of fluid for hydration because of the warm weather, and i didn't have a gig that night so i could get some decent kip in. no f**king chance!!!!!
Sods law, it was bound to happen.
Our little girl started to scream the house down just as we got into bed. This continued all through the night and i remember Marie saying to me at about 3.30am 'why don't you try and get some kip before the race'. I went outside and tried to get a bit of 'shut eye' in the van but obviously i couldn't because i was worried about our offspring. At around 4.30am we just couldn't stand anymore and had to call the doc and ended up at Bodmin hospital later on. luckily for us it was only a virus so nothing much we could do except 'sit it out' and put up with what goes with a baby being ill!
I'm seriously thinking about starting a new blog on the net titled 'THE JOYS OF BEING A FATHER AND THE EFFECT THAT SLEEPLESS NIGHTS HAVE ON YOUR LIFE'
Or maybe i should take up a less energetic hobby or pastime like croqchet or knitting so i can sit on my arse all day on a sunday at home!
It's a good job i'm a happy bloke because otherwise i'd have been driving round the bloody bend by now!
