Back at work after such an awesome weekend. It's a hard transition. But the day came, and went. I did leave early to meet Mike at 3.15pm to head to Toby's school for a career option thing. Toby had already sussed it all out. Someone mistook Mike for a presenter and started to usher him to a table to talk about a career in IT. He decided to opt out of that.
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| It was cold, so Moxley got under the duvet with me |
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| Mike bought milk. Jase bought milk. We have a lot of milk. Should last... about 3 days? |
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| I blame Moxley |
We all went home on the bus - jumping to a 22 from Lambton Quay up to The Terrace. It was pelting with rain.
Cold, too.
I went grocery shopping and then everyone ate whatever. But Tuesday night is sausage casserole night. Oooohhhh.
Jase made himself loads of chili mince to eat through the week. He's sick of the food from his work, or heating up something from the freezer. Good on him!
And... the day begins. Cold still. brrrrr.
Have a great day!
Love,
Angela
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