I do hope not

a day of lots of emails and printing things and running out of printer ink

punctuated by seeing the mud bath is a's garden now that 5 blokes have been at it with spades for 2 days.

gave the wee 'un some post-school freedom then panicked I'd lost him. got annoyed about an imbalances approach to homework.

day was saved by food and a fine game of corridor balloon tennis while memorising a truly awful poem for school. let's hope he never ends up in captivity trying to remember fragments of poems from his school days..