Witching Hour

It's what it's like when you get back after a long hard day at the office.

You've got no blip. There just wasn't time.

And you're knackered. And you're brain dead. And your laptop's playing up.

Oh, and it's the witching hour.

"We haven't done enough yet."

"It can't be bed time."

Running away with PJs hanging half off their heads.

"I need milk Daddy".

Pip is a cheeky monkey and a half.

If I didn't have this I would go mad.

And a comment made by f2 as I was writing this made me realise that standing firm on our rights (see my blip from a couple of days ago) is not ultimatly for us. But it is for the world we want to pass to our children.