Wake up after a lovely sleep. Perhaps we should sleep up here more often? The blinds on the skylights block out most of the light, so it stays darker longer, and I guess the 'buzz' of the computer equipment blanks out other incidental noise that you might ordinarily hear. I've not slept this well for weeks. I'm looking forward to another good sleep tonight!

Melody had seen an outfit she wanted for Emma's sister's upcoming wedding in The Edinburgh Woollen Mill in Nantwich, but they didn't have her size, and she'd discovered that there was a branch in the Co-Op 'department' store in Hillsborough. So, we traipsed over to Hillsborough in the morning to do a little shopping.

I've only really passed through Hillsborough centre - I've been to Dunelm with Emma before a few times, and I know where the bus stops and tram stops are, but I've never really been shopping up there before. Today, I can see why. It's a little run-down, but there's some nice individual shops that you don't see in town centres.

There's something I don't 'get' about Hillsborough - I counted 3 or 4 butchers, or sandwich shops which described themselves as 'Pork Shops' (one, in fact was called 'The Pork Shop'). Is this a Sheffield thing, or a Yorkshire thing? I've only really noticed it round here, and there's a couple of shops at Wadsley Bridge that are similar. 'Pork Shops', what's the story?

The Co-Op is in a bit of a state. I'm not sure if they're remodeling or closing down, but they're trying to sell everything off - even the plinths that they use to display products, and there's vast areas of the store which are completely barren - Russian supermarket style. Thankfully, the Woollen Mill is fully stocked, and Melody is able to find and buy her outfit.

We get back just in time to catch Spurs vs Pompey on Sky. It's a hard-fought game which we dominate, but have trouble putting the final ball through to whoever's up front at the time. If Lennon and Malbranque could possibly learn to cross we'd be a hell of a team. The two-nil scoreline is nothing less than deserved at the end, and it's an encouraging performance from Darren Bent, supersub. I look forward to next Sunday's game against the barcodes (Newcastle United).

Rather naughtily, we decide on a Chinese for tea, and end up trying a place we'd had a menu stuffed through the door from, instead of the place up the road. It all looks to be going very, very wrong when there's no food showing up after an hour, and when I call it transpires they misheard the delivery address, and had been trying to deliver our order to somewhere in Wincobank! However, when the food does turn up a few minutes later, it is lovely. Really very good indeed. I think our days of using the place up the road are numbered.

Aimee has a restless night, with Emma and I going up to tend to her a few times, before bringing her downstairs at about half eight. She spends about an hour downstairs - cuddled into me or Emma, until she's calmed down and Emma takes her back up again and she settles all night this time.