I thought when I arrived home from visiting my Nana in hospital that a cup of tea [at the very least!] would be waiting for me. Unfortunately I returned home to making my own tea, getting my daughter's dinner ready and cuddling my crying baby as C "just wanted to sit down for 5 mins" *rolls eyes*
On the plus side he'd heard me yesterday saying it didn't matter that we'd no money for him to get me a card because he could make one, and he did! Complete with a poem inside, which he'd written himself, so I really can't complain too much huh?
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