Rubbish day

I'm having a rubbish day. I travelled further than I'd like to for a supply day, it went well, if a little tedious as I was supervising outdoor play in foundation stage. On repeat today were:

Use your feet, not your hands )football)
Walk! The decking is slippery when wet.
If you want a turn on a bike, ask
j**** come out of the puddle

Then I drove back to Sheffield to collect DD, then over to Manchester to collect the rest of her uno clobber.

There are new gates on the parking, the security guard who let us in, watched us packing stuff into the car, and said goodbye to me as he left, omitted to tell me the gates do not open automatically from the inside. We were ready for our return journey at 620, had to wait for the night security team to arrive at 7 before we could escape.

Drove back over windy wet snake pass, unloaded after struggling to get into the old family house, despite DD being told they would bolt the door. More palaver.

I let slip one comment on exs ability to organise door opening, and started an avalanche of bickering between DD and I.

Now my car won't start. I'm waiting for recovery, and the breakdown van is on its way too, boom boom!!!!

If it can't be resolved tonight, I might have to have hire car tomorrow, which will make getting to work on time a challenge.

I have a splitting headache.

However, I'm fed, warm and dry, and I have time to write my blip.