SPIT CRR

Working mum's guilt kicked in a bit yesterday, so I promised myself I would try and spend quality time with Ben this evening, so I stalled working and offered to do whatever he wanted, he suggested a game of Scrabble.

Things I learnt from this:
Why my dad always ended up looking at our letters and essentially playing against himself
That thinking of rude words can keep you amused for about five rounds (Spit was as rude as it got)
So can taking photos
That Amelia hates Scrabble

Still, I feel a *bit* less guilty now.

Work = normal madness. All fine. Nice walk to work, nice walk home gossiping with a colleague.