That today I would much rather be in bed then at work.
With Oliver perhaps.
Watching some Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.
And maybe we could go downstairs at some point and make a mess of something (you’d hardly notice with the state my house is currently in).
I think that we would make cookies, so that Bo could snack on them in the car one his way to and from London (not England) today.
Then I think Oliver would take a four hour nap.
And so would I.
And that’s why I think this day would never actually be possible.