Thank God it’s Friday!

It’s not even 9am and I’ve already got a headache. My little monster has decided to play up this morning and is refusing to do anything without arguing about it. And I’ve got to get her to school yet. She’s eight years old and she really knows how to push my buttons.

She can be so cute though. Yesterday for some reason in the car we were talking about chips – I was telling her how they were always deep fried when I was little and discussing the merits of oven v oil, just a mundane conversation, then she lit it up by having this great idea, a new invention – round chips! Her little face fell when I told her these had already been invented and are called fritters.