Why? Why? Why?
I am on my fourth day of being ill. Like, mostly bedridden ill. This followed 3/4 days of my dh and dd being ill. It has been a miserable week. There is Christmas shit everywhere. I can't even lift my head of the pillow let alone a duster to clean. DH is also in the middle of a diy project in the hallway creating disaster. His friend has just called round to pick him up. I, convieniently timed, am on the toilet in the middle of 'ill' toilet business.
Of course DH is going to invite his friend into my shitpit house, show him all around his hallway and landing project, including a good 5 minutes stood on the other side to me of the new sliding bathroom door he has installed, chatting shit about plaster board angles on the staircase. To top that one off,not one of our bedrooms have a fucking door on at the moment so he can well and truly see the shitshow that lies within and the house smells like a victorian cess pit, including a big pile of dirty washing culminating on the landing that even that laundry bin has rejected.
I want to flush myself down the toilet!