It's time to go home (so I can now use the interweb).
A day of confussion; things went great, then crap, then great, then crap again.
I really need to be my own boss!
Go to go any collect my boy so, if he's in a good mood (which he usually is), the day will be great again.
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2 comments:
And was your boy there and happy? Nothing like a welcome from the family to ease off a bad day.
I was over rulled by a wave of appathy on a peice of work I was doing - not quite the set of dynamic people I had them figured for...
Yes, the boy was lovely - proud father moments seem to be a daily occurance these days..
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