Henry the Hoover seemed determined to force me into a suicide pact today.
The little git.
My neck hurts but the bastard machine fought me every step of the way so I abandoned him in the hallway and swooned on the sofa!
Today is Victorian Maid Day. Clean this. Scrub that. Move the other.
I wanna break free from your lies, your so self-satisfied – I Don’t NEED You
Ibuprofen and Deep Heat and a big sulk now.
P.S. My Nan had a teasmade machine by her bed.