Cheesecake.

Work this morning. Well I say work, I heard three charming children read, I filed a bit, then I drew some pastel firework pics. Hardly brain surgery.

Part seven of a Speech Therapy course this aft, which lasted 763 hours. Proper hardcore head dropping on the table stuff.

Home to make stew and dumplings, Dad came round and we ate the cheesecake.

Wednesday done.