Anemone.

I got up early, Hannah was off to do a DofE 10 mile walk. I cleaned downstairs and went to work, dropping Jen at school on the way.

At work we had a parent workshop, but three children had no parents there to work with, so I helped them. Cleaned the hall, which resembled Beirut. Washed out 10, 0000 paint pot things and all the glue. Nice.

Listened to some kids reading. Came home for lunch. Sat with the neighbours dog for a bit. Back to work. Assisted a child with her spellings and sorted her out with her spellings for next week.

Back home. Mowed the lawn. Back out to get Jennie mowed the other lawn. Blipped.

I've yet to go get Hannah, and take in the ocado shop, and make tea.


Why am I prattling on with all this mundane rubbish?! Because I'm bloody well fed up of it all. I've no voice, again. It's like been on a merry go round, but the fun has gone, and I feel absolutely fed up.

The end.



Let's hope tomorrow is better.