When I got up this morning to fix Kathleen’s tea and toast, I knew that I’d be getting back into bed as soon as we had read the paper. I’m on the edge of a cold, and the very fact that I wanted to go back to bed indicated exhaustion. So I lay propped up on pillows and listened to four of the seven disks of Is It Just Me?, Miranda Hart’s wonderful book, in which the cast of characters from Miranda — Gary, Stevie, Penny, Tillie, Clive and the rest — are replaced by Miranda Hart, aged 18. Little M, as the author calls her, barges in on the reading from time to time to complain bitterly, in Tillie-like tones, about her elder self’s complete failure to realise any of her girlish expectations, only to learn that, in fact, actual dreams were realized instead. I cried at the end. I laughed throughout.

But I was also exhausted, and I fell asleep during the bit about Peggy, her dog. Rude!

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We spent a lot of time with Will this weekend, on Friday evening and for most of Sunday. I was unable to get him to take a nap on Sunday afternoon; it was only when his mother arrived to pick him up that he let go and fell asleep. So we let him stretch out on the bed and had a nice long chat. In my impartial view, he is simply the best kid ever.

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This entry was posted on Monday, October 22nd, 2012 at 4:55 pm.