I’m exhausted. My legs ache. My head is spinning with all the work I have yet to do and all I can think about is chocolate. The Sprogs have only just gone to bed and I can still hear them squealing as they dance about their bedroom pointedly not sleeping.
I’m not even going to pretend to work tonight.
Jessie Jones is starting on Netflix and I intend to watch as many episodes as possible before my eyes refuse to stay open. Then I’m crawling into bed.
Sod the little green squares.