Last Exam

Another day off work today, mooching around the house, groaning. I never really appreciate how much I use my back until it doesn't work properly. So popping pills and moaning has been the order of the day.

Mr E came home at lunchtime not in the mood for a blip (he said) but he couldn't help smiling at the thought that his last exam was over.

Come to think of it we are rather pleased too.

His room looks like a bomb site - some of the detritus looks like academic work!!!! I guess a few beers will be consumed in the next few days. Then after next Monday (last GCSE for Mr.H) things may return to some semblance of normality.

That will be good, now I just need to get my back better. Did I say my back was bad?