Wonky

7.30am daughter tells me it's Roald Dahl day at school. Cue rumbling about in the loft wearing only my underwear looking for the Willy Wonka outfit, surely every loft has one. I used to be that mother that prided myself on good costumes, a bit downhearted that work has taken over - today was prime example of me dropping the ball. Only a flipping duck race to do tomorrow after another overtime heavy week.... Currently sitting at 25 hours overtime and I'm only week 2.
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