I made a large chilli con Carne but the stupid twat of an electric hob chose to blacken the bottom and rise the burnt taste through the whole shitting lot. I was really fucked off, as you may tell. So beans on toast was my back up lunch. I played a Transformers game with my son and a box full of over one hundred metal cars and a cardboard box for over five hours. He just wouldn't stop. 
I then watched 'The Kings Speech' which had been thrust at me against my will and yes I enjoyed it. So I followed it up with 'the Veteran', a film that I looked forward to but was disappointed  in. I have borrowed four books on top of the ones which I were already reading. So I need TV and distractions off on some evenings. 
I feel I have too many plates to spin each day but at the end of the day I feel happy so I'll keep it this way.