May have possibly overdone it on the wine and cheese last night. Whilst I am in no way admitting anything to anyone, it is 2pm and I'm lying in bed with a splitting headache and plotting ways to kill the door neighbour who is chainsawing something Very Loudly outside the window. Maybe its his fucking yappy dog that old tree.
Oh GOD. shut up. shut up. shut up.
There are people in my life who are a Very Bad Influence who refuse to realise that I can't drink like I did when I was 19 and had a liver.After this I may possibly have passed out had a nap for several hours.
Ahem. Yes, classy.
Aside from this I spent the weekend Christmas shopping and bought myself my Christmas present for this year. Please feel free to mock / sympathise with / laugh at / envy my new steam mop.
In fact it has already produced a Christmas Miracle. Yes indeed. Our telly room no longer smells of cat/dog/child wee. Its all been steamed away. JOY.
Now you're thinking it can't get any better than that.
Oh but it does.
NOT ONLY did I de-wee the telly room. BUT I ALSO discovered the source of our flea infestation (a couch) AND nuked the little buggers in a carcinogenic chemical onslaught. So now, aside from a small sprinkling of dead or dying fleas falling off the dog onto any surface that shows them up nicely, we are flea free.
Domestic goddess me.