Imogen

So I had to make her a new costume.

That's fine.

No big deal.

I had more springs.

I love a glue gun.

No problem.

So made another costume.

Friday, intermittent power in the house.

Nothing's working.

I throw away my hairdryer because I think it's the hairdryer.

And then the lights are surging up and down like we've got a malevolent poltergeist.

I have an argument with the eldest about what she wants for tea because I'm halfway through cooking steak and vegetables.

And she was like, I just want toast.

I'm like, no, you must have protein and vegetables.

And then the hob won't stay on long enough for me to cook said steak and vegetables.

I've just cooked it just enough that it's ruined because I can't cook it fully, but not

I've cooked it too much that I can't put it back in the fridge.

So I have to throw that away and then give her toast.

The toast isn't working.

So I've kind of pissed all over my own argument I was having with the 10-year-old about her need for protein and vegetables because I just gave her toast for tea in the end because that was all I could get to work.