I ripped the hell out of my back again. Limping, slow walks, stretches and nurofen are in order.
The family were all on half term and so I got some time in the house alone when they went off to visit relatives. Just as I was starting to get used to it, they returned.
The return of the family meant the return of The Lunchbox Tyranny – the nightly Making of Sandwiches that strikes fear and dread into everyone who thinks they’ve done all their chores and can safely go to bed.