Just before I head out to work (!), a couple of small things to make you laugh.
Firstly, the OH has just asked me how to operate the vacuum cleaner. Since I'm out so much more, I don't have time to clean the house every day, and he's a bit picky about these things. We had - well, not exactly a blistering row, but a mildly pustular one, of which the upshot was that he agreed that while he is not working, he will do some of the vacuuming. Hence his request. I don't expect it to happen very often, mind you.
And the second thing is from last night's writing group. My villanelle (see last entry) was quite well received and was deemed to constitute a completed 'homework' (we set ourselves tasks to complete between meetings, so that we should all do at least one poem during the month or so). Other people had done a variety of Christmas poems, family poems, free verse and sonnets. But Andi had brought nothing.
"I did write a poem, honestly! It was quite good, well, sort of, probably needed a bit of work, but..."
So what happened to it?
"The dog ate it. Really!"
Really! And they say children come up with feeble excuses.