It's been a tiring weekend without doing anything but Bethany has not been going to sleep and the prospect of a week on earlies is adding more weight to my eyelids. Thankfully I have a week off after that as I have booked my birthday week in as a holiday - something I usually do as aside from the obvious advantages of making a day of it and going somewhere it is a nice length of time since Christmas when I feel like a break.
   Since my last post I received yet another spam e-mail, this time purporting to be from the HSBC and claiming that there was a security breach with my online banking account. As I don't have an online banking account it did not take too long to figure that this might not be genuine. The frustrating thing was, trying to be a good citizen and all I thought it best to forward it too HSBC but the address to send it to took some finding, scrawling through various pages before seeing it tucked away halfway down a page in the middle of a paragraph after a number of abortive attempts at trying to contact them.
   Yesterday morning was a feet up time as Alison relaxed before getting ready to go to work. Bethany fed, shirt ironed and all changed I looked at the calender and noticed that she had marked Sunday afternoon as her shift. Double checking her diary and phoning the home up confirmed that she was indeed due in today so promptly got back into her civvies feeling slightly foolish. As she was staying in we ended up going out for tea round the corner to The Copper Beech. Before doing so Alison phoned ahead to check on the serving times which is something we have fallen foul of a number of times round there. Last summer one of the barmen seemed to have it in for us as we would sit in the beer garden and he would come to tut that we should be off the premises by 7pm as we had the baby. The first time we had been told 8pm but this only applied if we had food and going earlier the next time we were told 6. We were getting quite paranoid that we weren't welcome and had not returned until the other week when we went for a bar meal only to find that they had stopped serving as it was a Sunday and finished earlier. Hence Alison's phone call to ensure it was not to be a wasted walk.
   In the end it was rather pleasant with a satisfactory menu and helpful staff who did not mind Bethany dropping half her dinner on the floor. We noticed the barman who had told us off previously as he popped his head through the door from the bar but we just turned away sheepishly and tried to finish the wordsearch that came on the back of Bethany's menu.