Living in a Box

Feeling a bit ropey today, like my head has been crammed tightly in a vice and I haven't any available space for intelligent thought.

Bugger intelligence! I can't even get my head round doing the washing up! Thankfully Raffers is having his daily 3 hour afternoon nap (I know HOW lucky am I?) and Roy is wandering the house looking as dazed and confused as myself. At least he hasn't lost the ability to make a good cup of builders. Slurp. AHHHH.

Popular to contrary belief, my birthday was not the booze fuelled-drug fest-sex orgy I'd have hoped for. Of course I jest. You can keep the sex. It was in fact a rather mature and perfectly lovely few days spent with our good friends Pete and Jenna, who had flown all the way from the east end of Laaarrrndaaarrnnn to drink wine and enjoy the sunshine. So why on earth we feel so completely mullered today is beyond me.

Perhaps it is the dawn of realisation that 3 days on the booze is not as easy and pain free as it used to be. Even without the hangover, it's the sheer challenge of getting one's arse into gear. "Oh look the sink is full of dishes.....shit, how the hell am I going to sort that out?" Cue sobbing and running to the bedroom, throwing oneself dramatically on the bed like a Victorian lady of the manor. "I can't cope with this! I just need a cleaner!" - Or failing that, ANOTHER Gin and Tonic will do the trick.

So what can you do on a day like today? Watching Madagascar and Slumdog Millionaire is a good start. Drink tea. Surf the internet. Add some more mindless musings to my blog. Perhaps later I might set aside 45 minutes to work out how to load the washing machine, and 30 minutes spent plucking my eyebrows is never time wasted.

So Happy Sunday one and all, wherever you may be and whatever you are doing. Here is a picture of me today and I'm wondering if some of you may feel the same? xxx