Seriously world, not cool. It should still be Sunday and I should still be in bed.
I need a weekend off! I’m not having time to recharge my batteries and it’s really wearing me down. I feel all irritable and grumpy and poor Hairy is the one at the end of my temper. Any tips?
That said, our housewarming was both great and appalling at the same time. It got to seven o’clock, when it was due to start and nobody turned up. In the next hour pretty much everyone dropped out – it ended up that there were only 5 people who bothered to come, and one of those was Hairy’s brother so he’s kind of obliged to turn up. All the rest claimed illness, or that it was too far or too late. The worst bit is that I’d spent all afternoon worrying and planning and cleaning, and then they didn’t bother. I have a lot of terrible friends who don’t make the effort for me. Five people did, one came from out of town and stayed over and I’m grateful for that.
It was a housewarming, there were home made and very potent cocktails and Hairy and I hadn’t eaten – cue drunken antics and a very hungover Hairy in the morning! He regressed into a small child and pootled around for most of the day growling and bemoaning his headache.
I’m all out of inspiration dearies, so I’m off to do some more research. How were your weekends? Did you do anything for Rememberance Sunday? How do you deal with being in a funk?