TGIF (but without the drinks, because I’m still sick)

Sometimes at the end of the day, at the end of the week when nothing’s been done and nothing’s been achieved, I look at the bench and the Rice Bubbles haven’t even been put away and I really do think what’s the bloody point.

And then at just the right time, a little boy says mum, would you like to come and see how good I’ve got at my skipping.

And I don’t say can’t you see I’m cooking the tea or I’ll just finish hanging out this load.

I say yes.

And at the end of the day at the end of the week, thank goodness, there’s always a point.