Return of the dreaded lurgy

The following is brought to you by Number one son and Mark.

‘sorry’ Sarah in bed (with the lurgy)

This morning Number one son had woken up and went for a run. After which the dreaded homework had to be done which was done in an hour; one less sweetie in the jar.

Mark had managed to make a latch for the garden gate, sort some firewood, rendered more of  the wall.  The long awaited for blocks had finally turned up. Then deposited on the side of the road just outside the house.

Hopefully normal service will resume tomorrow.

Credits : author and typer: Oliver. Thinker and spelling researcher Mark.

Sorry for lack of content. This is harder than it looks!