Watching

So, after a week holding it all together, I finally cracked.

The events of Friday afternoon and the dread of "games" took hold, and I fell to bits.

This was the only photo I took, so it has to be the blip.

Dexter slept peacefully on the back of my sofa, interrupted only briefly by Smudge who likes to sit there too.

For a moment, I thought she was simply going to lie down on top of him, but she changed her mind and went to sleep on a box instead.

The Wonderspouse e-mailed school to tell them not to expect me on Monday morning.

Now what?