Hic Burpin' and the Dandy Highwayman....x

We have a new villainous duo; Hic Burpin' and the Dandy Highwayman.

These twins are pretty much the most outrageous criminal double act. Robbing us of our sleep and charisma and just as you feel they’re taking your ability to continue, they throw a cute glance and all is forgiven. You feel blessed to have been removed of all your worldly needs just for a peep at the handsome rogues.

It’s the opposite of daylight robbery, it’s the night time they’re pilfering. We have been told that little babies sleep for 16 hours a day. I can categorically confirm that this is total poppycock. I’d say they sleep for 12 hours maximum on some sort of tag team rota that always leaves at least one of them wide eyed and ready to steal the milk supply, muslins across their faces like masks and pisstools (sorry!) unloading at will.

Safe to say the sleep pattern has no pattern at all. Mum and Dad are hanging in there, working together, buying each other a few hours here and there to take the edge of the trippy brain draining poison that sleep deprivation manifests itself as. All told, we’re doing great I guess. We’re still smiling at each other, and at the tiny robbers. We got the love and we just need to remember to hug it out every time it gets tricky. That’s a lot of hugs..!

How life has changed. We’d definitely be onsite at Glastonbury by now if Hic and Dandy weren’t our new direction of choice. I can’t pretend I didn’t pass through the chaos that was Temple Meads this morning and feel a pang of envy, but I’ve been there, done that and I’ll do it again I’m sure. Right now, the BBC, the cider in the fridge and the total lack of sleep due to noisy youths will do us just fine. Rolling Stones is very tempting though, maybe just a few hours onsite wouldn’t do any harm…

One Love

Jez

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