Cheering

Dashed home from work to go to the next high school evening (miles away, blazers, unlikely to get in) to find that Daisy didn't want to go. Don't quite know why, we will apparently still go to the open morning next week. No matter, am home nice and early now - cooking chips for me tea, drinking the red wine the restaurant gave us.

Slob that I am. Knackered slob, tbh.

A vase of orange flowers is always cheering though.