….ffs, let me tell you of this afternoon, this is my excuse;
I treated my son and his wife with Aintree tickets today. I dropped them at the course and we took their 8 month old. Mrs Eggs then went down with D&V, meaning I had to get the older girls from infants school. 3 girls to look after on my own. Bathed the baby, made her bottle with one hand whilst holding her with the other. Got her dressed and into her cot.
Bath time for the 5 and 6yo. “Grandad, you have to put our hair in buns for the bath”, no chance I said “just don’t get it wet”. Nighties, read them two books and bed just in time for boozed up Mummy and Daddy came home.
I’m a zombied hero tonight and haven’t had a drink (yet).