So the first day back was pretty good. 
 
The train there was the worst part; this mother had to deal with 3 kids on her own, 2 of which were pram-bound. The 2 babies were full of beans and were gleefully pushing boundaries decibel by decibel. Then her other 3 children came back. Jesus woman, where is the father in this? He left you with 6 children, 4 of which are ~toddlers on a busy morning train to London? 
 
Chubby-cheeked-multiracial kids aside, I coasted through the day YET AGAIN (highfive), doing the bare minimum work and relying on my instincts and memory when the going got tough. 
 
The highlight was just talking to friends. I can't believe how happy I was to be out of the house and just listening to other people talk. Seriously, human beings are underrated.