After making the very poor decision to do work at home today, I finally got round to doing a psychometric test for a job application for the civil service this morning. It was so traumatising that I didn’t feel like working for the rest of the day. So I didn’t.
Instead I made focaccia and bolognese for dinner, which took most of the afternoon and made me feel like I was doing something productive. And there weren’t any baking disasters, for once (actually, I stuck the magnetic timer to the front of the oven and the oven got so hot that the screen of the timer broke).