Dot writes: we had another beastly night. I know this doesn’t make for interesting blogging, but I need to share the pain. Frank wasn’t too bad and even stayed in his cot until well after lights out, but Hugh started crying at about 2.45 and then came into our bed to kick us for the rest of the night. We seem to have lost the knack of getting him to go back to sleep in his own room. At least he did fall asleep in ours after a bit. At times like this I wish we had a bit more space, so we wouldn’t have to contort ourselves so to kick each other.
We seem to be no good at the sensible solutions to our sleep situation, so here are some creative alternatives:
1. We put up the tent and Ken and I sleep in the garden.
2. We put up the money and Ken and I sleep in England.
3. We hire a very small Latvian nanny to share Hugh’s cot. She will be equipped with a double-plus strength teddy bear, a mini-fridge containing milk and sleeping pills, and a special patented toddler-silencing device. I will tell you when I have invented a toddler-silencing device.
4. We…oh I don’t know. I’m too tired to be creative. Maybe Hugh can think of something; he seems to have lots of energy.