Night shift

Every few weeks at the moment I am required (I hate to say "forced") to be at work for a few hours in the evening. I didn't realise until this afternoon just how much I am beginning to get soft, lazy and resentful of such an intrusion on my private life!
Back in the pre-dawn of history (aka before the children were born) I didn't mind half as much, so long as it didn't impinge on something important outside.
And I guess that my feeling haven't really changed: it's just that children are the something important outside that fill up all my time now.

Yours, working, now and until 9 or 10 tonight,
N.