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I have had about four and a bit hours sleep last night which is a godsend under the circumstances.
My little one is poorly once again. She came home yesterday so sick and straight away cried telling me she'd been asking for daddy. It guts me to see her like this. By 6pm though she was in such high spirits that even with an awful cough and a voice that croaked with every struggled word, she seemed to come alive. What a transformation. I must be doing something right to be needed so much that her spirit is so transformed simply by coming back home. All she wanted to do was paint, glue and glitter... oh yes, and chase after "Blue" (That cat loves her to bits.)

Come evening I got her to sleep around nine thirty last night and although she was obviously restless as anyone ill is, she did manage to sleep for a while.

Its now 5.34 and she woke me up to ask for cuddles about half an hour ago. I've been sitting beside her with the laptop typing up the remainder of a presentation that I must give Monday morning first thing.

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(6.27am)
....well. We've moved on my little ones request to the front room. Insistant on watching Noddy-Adventues in Toyland (bumpy dog in "Bumpy Dogs Day" is my favorite) she's half asleep and I hope will soon sleep some more.
I had better leave it there for now as I need to warm some milk up and refill someones Winnie the Pooh water bottle.

....bye for now