WFH from 7; it's a bone of contention, so it is. 
Barred from OT since April cos I'm too expensive, but when the shit hits the fan you'll expect me to come crawling back. Which being poverty struck, I do. Despite my head telling me to stick two fingers up and mutter 'fuck you, its you're fault you're in this mess, sort it out yourselves '
6 hours done, I went to fetch her and go for phase 4 of the daughter bedroom makeover experience. The curtains from IKEA.  
So onto a 47, half an hour there, half an hour in the next door Asda and home.

A quick drill fetch from the Spanish bro and an hour later they're up. 

So an hour of dinner and crap TV and off I sped on the bike, home to fall asleep in front of MOTD.