Mrs Fox has just rang to say she’s passed her QTS Maths test. She was absolutely shitting herself about it and tbqfh, was frustratingly bad at maths about 3 weeks ago. I feel like a proud parent, but in husband form.
Celebratory pizza for dinner tonight I think.
On a more negative note, our boss is here today which usually means a meeting that drags on for about 2 hours for no apparent reason.