Yesterday, 6.30am, first day back at school for Little Fink and first day back at work for me.I'm laying in bed, trying to muster the energy to open my eyes and face the day. It's a shock to the system, I haven't done a full weeks work for over a month.
As I hit the snooze button for the second time Mr Fink tramps back in to bedroom, he has been preparing his packed lunch of sandwiches, he says, "The eggs aren't cooked." I say, "?, I'm asleep what do you expect me to do about it?" He wombles off again.
Then Little Fink wanders in, sits on the bed, "Mum, my blister has got pus coming out of it." I say, "? I'm asleep what am I supposed to do about it?"
Welcome back to the real world!
