We are thinking of switching from Sky and BT to Virgin (reluctantly on my part as my experience of the customer service of any of them isn't great) and a man called to see how things could work. We need thingies to happen, and there were lots of 'well, we could drill a hole here' statements. The house is going to have more holes than a sieve.
The house was a real state. I don't think mortified covers it, the house was just so upside down. And he sat next to where evil cat had nested in the half knitted blanket and I had to warn him. Evil cat is now tiny, and her fur is camouflaged in the mottled wool - and evil cat is very good at not being seen anyway. I managed to stop him from trying to tickle her. It never ends well.
I am looking around and the place is beyond dirty. I have not got better during the last few days, my left shoulder is very painful and I have averaged around three hours sleep for the last few nights. I don't have the resources to do much. Darling father is also poorly, OH is at work and on antibiotics and I think I am going to have to keep little bear off school tomorrow. On top of which the dining room where all the ironing is has been turned all to pieces as I had to move so much stuff (which was hotch potch anyway) to get a the gas meter for the meter man. How I am going to iron OH's shirt for tomorrow I do not know.
I don't even have the energy to work out a plan.
It is only day 8 of 2013. It will get better.
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