just eat it

it's been a while

after a shite old inset day at work introducing too many new soft approaches to children's conflict, i was wasting away. turns out fury isn't enough nourishment to survive. luckily, i'd organised dinner with a few of my favourites and it couldn't have come at a better time. we struggled to finalise anything (nothing new) but ended up deciding on jamie's italian this very wednesday and it turned out to be the perfect decision. i couldn't get home in time so ended up resorting to a dreaded "wetherspoons poo" before my meal. sorry mum/pride.