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.