The walk to work was incredibly cold again. Work was horrendously busy, so many people seemed to forget about the pandemic for Valentine’s Day, we had queues stretching quite a way outside. With few staff, and doors needing manning I seemed to spend the whole time apologising for queues.
Anyway, home for a much needed lay on sofa with tea and chocolate biscuits.
Harry cooked dinner, which was great, but slightly funny, as what he thought were rounder sweet potatoes, turned out to be yellow beetroot. Well I never...