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As today was Nicky's birthday I'd volunteered to deal with the wingpiglet if he woke up at a stupid time this morning, so barely glanced at the time when he phlumphed and creaked and rattled his way out of bed and over to the doorgate this morning. The brief glance mis-read a digital 5 as a 6 but the failure of the heating to click on shortly after heading downstairs soon cleared that up. He only tolerated a couple of recited stories on the sofa in the dark before demanding the light on but making a birthday card and wrapping a couple of presents took us up to six, which seems an acceptable time for microwaves to beep and coffee machines to gurgle. After breakfast he was persuaded to sort of help making Nicky some breakfast, delaying him from steaming upstairs and roaring her awake until nearly seven.

Unbeknownst to us all my sister had apparently been in labour all this time, resulting in a nice new gingery-pink wee niece emerging at twenty-one minutes past seven.