Tuesday

I was going to sign into work 6am, but, I still have a head ache and still feel a little unwell.

I lay on the couch with Milo.

I signed into work at 7am.

My milk heater did a strange thing and nearly boiled over onto the bench, good thing I was watching it. I certainly wasn't in the mood to clean that up. Note to self, watch the milk heat in future.

7.45am. Sam is up. The bulldogs are still in bed.

Sam tells me there is a dial on the milk frother, who knew?

"Someone moved it," he says.

I'm pretty sure the implication is that it was me.