Mud, Mud, Mud

Another crappy day.
Mud, money, solicitors, an upset Miss E on the way home from school with running out battery on her phone, breaking up calls then nothing. 
And nightmare scenarios going through my mind as I drove to get Miss L. Hideous.
She was fine. Mr K walked down to meet her and she was mortified. No-one wants to walk home with their dad apparently!!!
I came to bed at 9pm having had enough of the day.
And enough of this fucking year.