Sombre

It has just been one of those mornings. I woke up at nine leaving no time for a shower, ate breakfast and consequently felt sick all morning and managed to have a marital spat all before I'd wiped last night's make up off. At college somebody turned the stove up to insanity-face-peeling 6 and so both my lasagne sauces burned whilst I was washing up said wanker's pans... probably. I enlisted three people to fix that damn bechamel, burned though it was it was saved (just). Chef G told me I'd have level one done by Christmas, ready to start level two in January. I'm really quite pleased and it showed all morning in my deep-south mugshot grin. I also broke the tap off my sink which then coughed up water until it was reattached. Whew.
Why is everything happening on Thursday? Pedestal, parent's evening, whatever Mike is doing. It's shaping up to be a busy day. I think I'll pre-plan some things, maybe go shopping.. Urgh, I should have done that today... too tired and irritable now.