I am knackered.

This weekend, rather than do any of the DIY tasks that I’ve been putting off for the last 10 months, Mrs D. and I travelled down to Wales to meet and greet and bring home Didi1.

She is adorably cute and seemingly bright and intelligent. But she doesn’t half have a pair of lungs on her considering she’s only 6 weeks old. For the last two nights we have discovered that she sleeps for 2-3 hours before waking up and howling for attention. Not food, not to be let out but just for attention.

It’s a heartbreaking sound.

We don’t want to cave in and let the little terrorist sleep in our room and last night we were just going to ignore her totally (while wondering whether or not that’s the right thing to do) and let her get used to it. But so far I have learnt this about myself: I’d be useless at resisting torture. I can’t help it. I hear her howling relentlessly and I have to get up and calm her down, wait for her to go back to sleep and then put her to bed. It might be easier if we didn’t live in a terraced house and that I swear that I heard the neighbours dog joining in last night.

How the hell we’re ever going to cope in the event that we end up having a human baby around I don’t know. I think both of us are reconsidering it at the moment.

Still, Didi is very cute - enough to melt the heart of this cynical old lizard anyway.

1Didi - D.D. - Dragon’s Dog. Obviously!