That kind of day

Mr B was supposed to be heading off late morning for the long awaited boys’ ski weekend, in respect of which we’d been extra careful about covid contamination. Not careful enough.

Also I didn’t sleep, so a call from a head honcho for legal advice first thing was unwelcome (don’t think I’d even thought about brushing my hair at that point). Seemed to go ok though. More tribunal, an endless round of work and no-one to make my lunch with MrB feeling rubbish.

Yeah, that kind of a day.