Taking notes

Cooking lunch and someone from work called, no paper to hand, but there was the fridge - perfect... until the boys copied.

A good friend called this morning, 10 minutes before another work call - wondered whether to answer, just in case I missed the work call. I answered and was greeted by 'I'm leaving my husband'.  Clearly, that needed more than 10 minutes to talk through!  

The husband took the boys out this afternoon and they ended up having a mud fight.  Apparently this is part of growing up.  I'm not convinced.  But everyone seemed pretty happy. 

Less stressful day 'at' work, but it's still not great.  It hasn't been the best move.