Guest blip

For the purposes of this guest spot, I am Baron Pride, Lady Pride's distinguished and hairier other half.

Because my wife's blip has effectively mutated into 'Adventures with Audrey' and because today I am primary care-giver, I thought it might be appropriate to say a few words. Plus she needs a break from blip tonight as she has a big work meeting to prepare for tomorrow.

As Lady Pride needed some time this afternoon to run a few errands in town, I (was) volunteered to take the reigns.

After an early start to get to Blackburn for 8am (I work there three days a week), a productive morning was followed by a dash back to Home Pride to hand over with the good Lady.

Today was a big afternoon for Audrey & I, we were waiting on an emergency Kiddicare delivery ("we need to stimulate Audrey more, go spend £100 on toys" had been my instruction).

Apparently Audes had been an angel all morning for her mother which meant only one thing...

I was in for a shocker.

It started so well!
We had a sleep for an hour or so at lunch (Audes likes to punctuate her midday snooze with a bout of screaming hissy fits- Acolytes of Gina Ford will be well versed in schnoozing patterns during the day), then fed at 2pm (Audes also likes to punctuate her 2pm feed with a bout of screaming hissy fits).

After feeds we went for a walk. We got togged up and if I may say so myself, I was quite pleased with the sweatpant/Ugg/hat with ear leisurewear combo you can see on the picture. I think Audrey really pulled it off.

It may come as a surprise to you to find this out but Audrey also likes to punctuate her walks with a bout of screaming hissy fits. However she soon settled and off we toddled. She received many admiring glances from the broad spectrum of Beech Road natives in Chorlton. They're quite a varied bunch, Beech Rd tends to draw the 'Chorlton Crazy', the yummy mummy and the Corrie star in equal, indiscriminate numbers.

Not a single one of them told me that one of the aforementioned Ugg boots had fallen off Audrey's foot somewhere down Beech Rd though.
This resulted in much step-retracing until we found it and put it back where it belonged.

It all went downhill from there really until early evening.
Following the Kiddicare delivery, my attempts to assemble a Fisher Price swing went awfully wrong and as a result it is now in bits on the lounge floor.

Overtired shouting, bathtime and bouts of screaming hissy fits followed until Audrey finally went down to sleep at 6.30pm having not eaten.

The good Lady returned soon after and of course I guffawed that everything went swimmingly, as you do.

If that was an afternoon, I dread to think what the night holds - I might find myself having a hissy fit of my own.