WFH from 7; a lunchtime sweep around Lidl and an afternoon of tricky and testing phone call to less than happy punters. 

A phone call re: the outcome of a school meeting; how can a primary school meeting be about sexual harrasment? Tongue biting but I may be back to them and demand more action.

Off out to dinner; I forgot the pulled lamb (but not the harrisa, the pickled cabbage & fennel, the flat breads - dur) so the evening turned on its head, esp when G came home having not been to drama.

I even got a bus home (I was returning the lad's bike from safe storage at mine as he's due back within the week); nabbed a Cigs and discussed a photo exhibition with a stranger on Instagram. Vuelta highlights and out.