Onald Donald Had A Farm

and on that farm, he had a duck.

We're a bit tired today, because Orla had an unsettled night. Before we went to bed, Orla's dad heard a thump, went upstairs to check it out and found her lying on the floor, face down, bum in the air, still fast asleep. He put her back in bed, but not long after we went upstairs she woke up and wanted into our bed. That meant poor sleep for all of us (particularly me, given her obsession with my hair. It's very sweet that she says to me, "I love your black hair Mummy", but not in the middle of the night, when she's twirling it around her finger and I'm trying to sleep). She promised me she would stay in her own bed all night tonight, so here's hoping.