Ink

 Zoe was working from 9-6 today, so there was no imperative forcing me to get up early. That lulled me into a false sense of security lethargy, and so it was that 8:10 I was still in my PJs, reading the news. I realised the time and shot upstairs with the elegance and grace of a SpaceX(*) rocket. I completed my ablutions, dressed, and was out the door in 15 minutes. Ellie was in a strop when I arrived. She had wanted to wear her shorts, but today was too cold for that. Apparently, that was Mummy's fault... it is Spring, after all! She finally snapped out of it when we got her to school.

I headed off for my morning walk, then looped back home for breakfast. The morning was spent on a number of inconsequential tasks, and finishing the pile of ironing that Diane had started on yesterday.  As I sat back down, the phone rang, "This is (mumbled name) from HR at (mumbled company); please add my number to your WhatsApp so that I can talk to you about an opportunity" Click. I rang off.

The phone rang again. This time it was Zoe. "Da, could you print something for us on your big (A3) printer?" Mmmm, thinks I. I haven't fired that up for a year or so. Will it still have any usable ink? Does it work from the iMac running Sequoia? I went up to the study. The printer burst into life. It was visible to the iMac, but the ink had clearly dried up. New ink cartridges have been ordered and Sainsbury's will have to wait.

After lunch we had some Kindle time before I went off to collect Ellie from school. As usual, we stopped off at the park for a while and then she came home to tell Nana about her day, eat a snack, and read to Nana. I prepared an early dinner so she could go off with Ariana for a playdate. Zoe will collect her from Ariana's.

(*) Several of the recent SpaceX launches have blown up or ended in failure