It's no good me writing anything, as if I do it will be very sweary. As I type the bathroom is in an intermittent state of flood, as my resident DIY plumber attempts to mend the toilet. I sit biting my lip, doing my best not to scream. Rather than write a sorry tale of woe - I shall attempt to put the mood of the day in picture form.....
Today wasn't even worth getting up.
(Though I did traumatise a delivery man in my waking moments)
I'm trying - I really am!
Have you seen the size of my panties? I mean.... have you?
Makes no bloody difference
As long as the toilet flushes by the end of the night, I don't care
Haven't even got a bottle of wine.
If I had these, they would be plastered to my forehead.