Sore feet

I spent the day in a meeting in London. My poor feet were killing me by the time I got home (not used to the shoes). Thankfully, I had a pair of flip flops in my bag for the journey home.
i was home in time to take my youngest daughter to brownies. She then had a piano lesson straight after ( she doesn't normally have a lesson on a Friday night).
My eldest daughter didn't want to go to guides.

My son has his exams straight after half term and here's hubby testing him on his biology.
My friend came over and we shared a bottle of cava.