Last night herself called about 9pm from her job in the City in London where she was waiting for some data to come in – a regular 10.30 finish genuinely seems normal, she is resigned but she is not loving it; middle child was lying on the sofa suffering from a really bad dose of food poisoning (origins a mystery); and youngest child rang from his Erasmus destination to say that he is still stuck in the middle of nowhere and the speedy bus service he was promised remains illusory as the buses are all on strike. And it’s still raining.
Oof – a triple hit. Warm wishes for some time off, health and the arrival of buses!
Fingers crossed. Food poisoned child appears largely recovered this evening and it is the weekend now even in London but the bus strike shows no signs of resolution.