Good mummy, bad mummy

So, the good news was I remembered a. Not to send him to school in his uniform and b. The red hair spray I bought weeks ago.

Less good was the £1.20 I had remembered not to spend all week for him to take to school for his donation and to buy a cake. I forgot this to the point when he got home from school, I asked him what cake he bought...

Work was surprisingly enjoyable and absorbing after the most fuckwittery meeting ever this morning. Seriously, I wish I could share the details. But the afternoon was fine and good. Then I skipped out to buy food and wine. And cakes for Will.

Then we played some games. First picked up exploding kittens which we hadn't revisited since Christmas. I had to call a Proper World Expert for guidance at one point. Daisy won.

Then Rummikub. While Jay and I try our best, Daisy kind of leaves us speechless with her proper cleverness at it all.

And now my v favourite French and Saunders doing Bonnie Tyler. Just fabulous.

And Marc came round to kick off Operation House.