I really struggled to get up this morning, once I did I managed to get things done, but it took so long and then I sat down to watch the daily press conference about what the Government is doing and when I can see my family again.
The MP started talking about football, where he promptly got yelled at by me, then he started banging on about choirs.
It was at that point I called him a bumblefuck. No I have no idea what one is either, but its him.
We are something like 12 weeks in, they are allowing football, horse racing and darts to take place and yet my son still can’t go to school and some get some education which doesn’t involve learning new swear words.
On that however, I was very pleased when I heard his teacher say on her video, today we are going to learn about simplifying the fraction, so I now no longer have to grit my teeth when he talks about 4/8 and we can finally call it a half.
Also, I managed to get to the supermarket and I am really chuffed with myself for doing it. We went for cereal mainly, got 3 rucksacks load and 3 hours later my partner tells me we forgot the damn cereal.