A very poor offer

In many ways... 

This is the only photo I have today, which the youngest's homework.  The husband send it to me with a message to say he is not impressed at the (lack of) effort that has gone into it.  My photograph of it is also a very poor offer, so the youngest and I are both somewhat in the dog house I think. 

Feeling slightly responsible for the homework as I should have done it with them by now and tomorrow is the day it gets handed in, so I think it was done under some duress. 

Dog remains rather unhappy.  Had the husband and I up in the night at various times and then he disgraced himself today (he now needs a new bed). 

Today I'm grateful for: 
Sitting opposite a very interesting couple of chaps on the train to London, one of whom is clearly in a band of some note as he kept talking about how he toured with various names I'd heard of.  Very effervescent man. 
The boys teacher who has come up with a new strategy for getting the youngest in, he is really struggling at the moment with going into school