Come and join us, come and join us

A weird day and a half, somehow, well sheer power of organisation we managed to have five people sitting in front of the childminder's house before 8am. So in no particular order, terrible football results hangover, birthday celebrations for colleagues, buzzing at work, hope of our promised gift fades, unpleasant chats, elation abounds as gifts arrive, productivity slump, phonecalls, moancalls, it is a small world part 267, ('So this punter is about 2 minutes walk from our office, but several thousand miles from here, pep talks, upping morale, homeward bound, homework, comforting children, bath time with Mr Crawltastic, packed lunches (we could start a factory, I've often thought of it), parties to plan, etc etc.

Time for bed.

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