Good Friday.

It’s honestly not so bad having to go into work at 3pm in order to cover for a bit. 

It does make it easier when the weather is lovely, and you’ve spent the best part of your afternoon wandering around a garden centre, then shouting out random numbers from inside the car as your Dad has to put more air in his tyres after twenty minutes spent poring over the user manual to work out what the beeping noise meant. 

Even if it had been a terrible day, I did at the very least have a homemade salmon en croute to come back to, which was an utter joy.

I probably could have done without my Mother bouncing a small chocolate egg off my cranium hard enough to leave a mark and the sound echoing around the living room walls though.

So...what do you think?

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