Happy Monday. I clock about 5 hours sleep and zombie walk to the bathroom!
Great news, our childminder is back from her break. We get ready and I drop the Bear off to her.
I make my way into London. It is a grey morning, rather uninspiring for a Monday.
Mondays usually mean catching up on late Friday and weekend emails, and planning for the week ahead. I call my dad and learn of the death of a relative. It turns into a sad day.
I head back home late afternoon and collect the Bear at 4.30pm. She has 4 pages of homework to complete.
Neither fancied lasagna so we order a vegetarian Indian takeaway. The Bear is happy tucking into her idly, paneer and roti. That makes me happy.
We potter around and call it a night at 10pm.
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