I suspect much like a drug, I have been reintroduced to the highs of adult work and the exciting speed of business, but, followed by crashing lows of being a part-timer. Compared to getting a toddler to eat their breakfast, even the sluggish pace of Breast Cancer Care fundraising is positively light speed. But then comes the annoying stuff. I'm sure this is normal.
To take the edge off this, Mike and I took ourselves out for some well pukka nosh yeah at Jamie Oliver's Fifteen to celebrate 2 years of marriage. Fifteen is a concept restaurant where a proportion of staff are young and struggling with drink, drug, social nightmare pasts and presents. St Jamie is responsible for the opportunity to turn their situation around - which is nice - by providing them with chef apprenticeships designed to get them into solid work.
Sadly the meal was disappointing. But we did see Jamie's scooter* parked outside which made up for it all.
* Not necessarily Jamie Oliver's scooter
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