Bloody iron just blew up in my hand. Much as I would like to ignore the mountain of ironing, MIL arrives tomorrow with her judgey pants. So off to comets to buy an iron.
Chase dd down the drive and then have to beg force her into the car seat.
Why are all the idiot drivers out today? I keep my cool at the lack of indicating but loose it when MR Almighty in his 4 wheel drive thinks he requires 2 lanes thereby forcing me out of mine. Where the hell is my horn?
Back home and trying to cool down under the steam of the somewhat RUBBISH new iron.
Oh and I'm still not bloody pregnant according to those stupid sticks, despite an array of early preg symptoms. 
Don't anybody dare tell me I am being unreasonable. 