Bitch of a commute

Twice a week I work from home in my office. The commute is a killer having to negotiate discarded children’s toys, swooping pigeons and carniverous chickens. The office walls are a bit bare at the moment, I’m looking for inspiration about what to put on them.

Also, my wife always complains that anybody reading this blog wouldn’t realise I have any children, so you get a live picture of Amelia and a picture of a picture of Oliver. Happy now dearest?