I think

I think...

That today I would much rather be in bed then at work.

With Oliver perhaps.

Watching some Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.

And maybe we could go downstairs at some point and make a mess of something (you'd hardly notice with the state my house is currently in).

I think that we would make cookies, so that Bo could snack on them in the car one his way to and from London (not England) today.

Then I think Oliver would take a four hour nap.

And so would I.

And that's why I think this day would never actually be possible.