Goals

The Youngest slept in for a little while, but when she woke she was clearly in pain a bit sweaty and clearly “not right”.

The Eldest was up and at ‘em early doors to begin day one of her art exam, so after m’boy had been escorted into school (he’d finally stopped talking) I returned home to work and keep an eye on The Youngest.

Despite a rather nasty abrasion on the back of her throat, the doctor was satisfied that there was nothing too seriously wrong with The Youngest, so she was promptly reattached to the Calpol drip and spent most of the day dozing in front of the telly.

I was meant to be driving south today in preparation for a meeting tomorrow, but must confess to fairly quite relieved when my client cancelled because she was off looking after a poorly child.

The day was mercifully kind to me and I was able to keep on top of things as well as attend a staff briefing, which seemed to paint a pretty positive picture in terms of the direction of travel for our business. I was mentioned in dispatches and received some applause for my efforts, which made me glad once more that I worked from home so no one could see my imposter syndrome kick into overdrive. Being applauded for doing well at a job you don’t like can leave you feeling a little embarrassed and conflicted. As my forays into amateur dramatics will attest to, I am not easily embarrassed, but faint praise will do me every time.

This is why I prefer a policy of consensual and persistent mutual verbal abuse. 

Nice to finish the day with a trip to m’boy’s football training session (a lot of buzz over their second goal of the season scored at the weekend) and to see so many games being played on the grass. The girl’s game on the neighbouring pitch was an absolute cracker and featured a couple of superb goals.

M’boy’s team could learn a lot from them…