Weary.

Blip mojo. None existent. Fed up of taking dire photos. Fed up of writing fab, great or lovely on journals. Just fed up. Might have to go down the no comments route for a while.

In other news. No ice skating. Got there. Different session times from last year. Why didn't I check? Rubbish, rubbish mother.

Ready meal for tea. Why? Because I cannot be bothered.

6 kids in the house. Why? Because I am obviously mental too.

Happy Saturday. I'm opening the wine.