Blogged by James Preece on 29th May 2009
Okay, so yesterday it rained and it was cold outside and for some reason our central heating never came on and the house was freeeezing until I realised that the thermostat was set really low. Did one of us knock it? did Leona do it? who knows... I whizzed it up to get the heating on again.
I whizzed it too high. Today it was lovely sunny weather outside and we had some errands to do in town including registering Joanne's birth during which we got a £25 parking fine because we are both like zombies right now and didn't notice that you have to pay to park near the registry office. We also collected nine-hundred 6x4" prints from the boots photo counter and bought some envelopes. Anyway, while we were out doing our errands the heating came on and attempted to heat the house to the astronomically high temperature I had set on the thermostat. We came home to the kind of conditions usually associated with the Sahara desert. As other parents might know (we didn't), babies and toddlers don't sleep well on hot nights.
Ella is very tired, so having opened every window upstairs I am now sat downstairs at 1am with the ten day old girl trying to keep her settled while Ella sleeps and reading the web to avoid boredom.
These are the sort of conditions under which one discovers things like this...
How did I not know about this already?