WFH Day 14 of y
Daily Commute
The commute to the office was a difficult one today, primarily due to an abject lack of enthusiasm for getting out of bed. I think the camping and the bike rides have been taking more out of me than I realised.
There was also severe localised congestion around breakfast time, especially in the kettle area of the kitchen. Somebody mentioned there'd been an announcement about the wrong kind of tea leaves, but that just sounds like an excuse to me.
The journey home was really quick though, despite having to return to the office twice as I'd left my phone on my desk and forgot to wash my mug out.
Boring
Apparently other dad's don't burst into their son's bedroom while they are playing Fortnite and Facetiming their friends, lob hand grenades (rolled up socks) and pretend to shoot them.
Well, other dad's clearly aren't fun. Or aren't embarassing, take your pick.
I'm an embarrassing dad, aren't I? Mission accomplished!
Chocolate Hobnobs
The wife broke with tradition and bought chocolate hobnobs this weekend. I feel chocolate hobnobs have not been as big a part of my life to date as they clearly deserve to be. I also feel they may become a bigger part of my life going forward than they probably should.
Sorry chocolate digestives, but you're outta here.
Biscuit Heaven
I've spent many a year living under
The sad misapprehension
That all was good in the land of the snack
But why did no-one mention?
That the king of the biscuit was hidden from me
There was a nobler biscuit by miles
You're oaty and you're chocolatey
You bring me out in smiles
Where have you been all my life
You tasty little treat?
What twists of fate have caused us to
Never previously meet?
You're delicate, but resolute
You snap just once when bitten
You leave very little crumbage
And I think that I am smitten.
You bring comfort, you bring joy
During times that are so tricky
I've fallen for you totally,
You're my chocolate hobnob biccy
Be Prepared
You're an eleven year old boy, it's the week before Easter, what's upper most in your mind?
Yep, with 8 months, 2 weeks and 5 days to spare, Henry has written his Christmas list. To be fair it is a joint birthday and Christmas list, and with his birthday being only a little more than 6 months away in some respects he's cutting it a little bit fine.
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