Today's straw and my last nerve.

[MistressoftheDarkSide]

This is semi- light hearted in an attempt not to have the screaming ab dabs if I come into contact with an unsuspecting live human, which to be fair is unlikely, so this is just insurance against being carted off to a padded cell.

Life ain't great in general, I'm poor, widowed and live alone in a one bed flat plating geriatric roulette with multiple elderly relatives all in crisis.

So I decided today, enough is enough. I'm living like a teenage boy and at 56 it's frankly embarrassing.

Started off great. Deep clean toilet and bathroom. Put the load of washing on that I started last week and cleared rubbish. Cooking on gas, LP playing on YouTube, telling myself how great this is.

So I have a gap between my bed and the wall where the window is. It needs hoovering and mopping, and loads of little bits of crap removing. Due to space constraints I have to lie across my bed with the hoover nozzle to do this. There is a socket and extension lead with a lamp plugged in. Doing really well when somehow I pull the lamp off the windowsill which I catch, but at the same time the edge if the curtain, which I have piled on the bed gets caught up the hoover, and as I turned to pull it out somehow the whole frigging curtain rail comes down on my head - one bracket has come out and pulled plaster with it.

So I try to patch with filler. I don't have a working drill or the right size rawl plugs and essentially I'm making a bigger mess than it should be. So I'm giving up and shall ask a friend to help when I've stopped screaming into my poor bemused cats. (Joking obvs).

So anyone else on a journey to hell paved with good intentions.

YABU - No excuse for DIY ineptitude and tantrums at my age.

YANBU - Somtimes it's all too bloody much and wine is the answer.

Definitely not unreasonable, well done to you for trying to fix it!

For the phrase 'playing geriatric roulette' alone i salute you. Brava!

I have had days like this. Well done & wine is the answer. I'm also nicking 'playing geriatric roulette'...
With regards the curtain rail Rawl plug issue. WetnFix patches, I got some off Amazon. Fabulous things!! Bit messy but easy to use.

My sister once FaceTimed me with a black eye, having had a hoover/curtain/curtain pole incident.

The three hours later she texted from A&E because she’d broken a bone in her foot when she missed the last step of the stepladder she was on trying to fix the curtain rail 😂😂

Made me giggle, thanks for the graphic detailed explanation! Good luck with the next instalment, where's that wine!

I get you op. My username is a way of life.

So, extra drunk update.

Decided a bottle of Glen's vodka and Pepsi Max was more bang for the buck on current limited budget.

Am currently feeling very little pain.

Have whinged with a fellow widow which was v v cathartic, and have fielded phone call with DF who is separated from but still enmeshed with NSDSM and she is apparently sending him a letter, which was elucidated through several long phone calls that seemed, to DF, to be about nothing.

Honestly, right now, I couldn't give a flying fuck if Putin pushed a button, aliens invaded, or I disappeared up my own arse.

Chin chin.

Ah, those winning at life/nose down in a ditch reversals.

The time when I triumphantly opened the oven door on a magnificent roast and the rebound deposited most of it on my foot.

Or the confident presentation delivery in a close-quarters meeting including your recent ex, with huge mascara smudges under your eyes.

Kudos for not throwing hoover, curtain and pole all out of the window, and definitely keep taking the vodka.

When you got to the bit about lying across the bed and the hoover nozzle I thought it was going to turn into a post about you having to go to A&E.
( I worked in theatre before I retired hoover nozzles found there way into strange places).

Sometimes, a sense of humour and a stiff drink is all one needs to carry on.
Well done MistressoftheDarkSide ♥

I think I love yew . . 🥰🤪😘

Simply because you totally get it.

A few hours of toddler tantrum and self soothing. Then, another 3 - 6 months of Stepford daughter / widow because......

WHO THE FUCK DO I THINK I AM ANYWAY 😫😈🤪💀😹

No intervention necessary, no bad local rag headlines, just a tiny, weeny, barely perceptible (apart from this thread) decompress.

In other times, sweet Mary Jane would have been my friend. The pure, organic, Woodstock adjacent kind - but not the brown acid, obviously

There's just a bit of me that really feels the whole "not quite dead yet" thing, ya dig?

But hey ho. There's a resonant thread going on right now for someone else in a shitty position, where I've been for different reasons, and I fucking hate that people have to suffer, and I hate the helplessness and the waiting and I would give my right arm and any other organ to prevent it, seriously.

Is it worse to be religious, or to live in uncertainty or to be convinced this is all nothing, or an illusion? Just musing.....

Are we all the ultimate.cosmic joke?

Does it matter?

Solidarity, peace and out 🥰

Sweet dreams, vipers 😘