How is it Thursday again, almost Friday because it’s perilously close to midnight, and I haven’t posted for a week? Where does the time go?? Yargs.
(I have decided that that is probably my new favourite word. It sums up nicely my sense of exhaustion, frustration, and complete lack of will to do the dishes. Again.)
Anyway, just a quick moan and then I’m off to wash cutlery so we can eat breakfast. Joy and rapture, in equal unparalleled measure.
(After I’ve done the dishes, obviously.)