And yes, I know that I have plenty else to think about...
At Mum's, sorting through her stuff - what's to go to charity, what's to go to friends, what do I want to keep, what can I sell. And what can I throw away without the most enormous guilt
I'm trying to fight off a raging sore throat, because it's the funeral on Monday and I really don't want to be stood in a freezing cold church, followed by a freezing cold field with a lazy wind that goes through me coz it can't be bothered to go around, with a piece of two-ply attached to my nose, coughing my guts up through the vicar's address!
And this is just a stupid amount of money and we've got the wedding in May still to pay for!!!
But who, really, who the fuck thought styling a sleeping bag in such a way as to look like an Egyptian mummy was a good idea??
My feet feel trapped and I like one knee to be bent over the other leg, which is impossible - it's both bent or nothing! So I have to unzip it to halfway up and then I need a blanket over the bottom half! And you can't turn over!! I woke up three times last night!!! Each time, I needed my inhaler to get back to sleep, (god, the noise in my chest at the moment
). And that hood! Pillow over or under? It really doesn't make any difference to the annoyances around my neck!!!
Arrghhhhhhh😤