I am at work, approaching knock off time, and to be honest I'd rather stay here.
DH and DS have both been ill with colds all week - typical man flu, feeling like death and making sure I know all about it.
Teen DD is in the thoes of breaking up with her first serious boyfriend and spends most of her time either crying or blathering on rationalising about what she should do.
My sympathy levels are running low, and the only thing that seems appealing about home at the moment is the cold bottle of pinot in the fridge.