7 students at the first school (all awesome - awesome school, awesome set-up, awesome students), then got angry with traffic before eventually (just) making it to my second primary, which was good fun.
Saw Mum for half an hour, and then just two very easy private lessons which totally flew by.
Did the food shop, like a house husband, and then cooked us dinner. Kind of. I mean, A, who is still quite ill, was in the kitchen giving me a LOT of instructions, but I still made us a lovely proper meal.
I feel like a proper grown up.
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