Wednesday 12 October 2011

What's fixed can always be broken.

Timely, this, for I've not slept in many nights, and tired I am. When one shares one's bed with another the insomnia is doubly stressful, for not only does one fret about not falling asleep, one also frets about keeping the other awake. Oh, I am weary, and since seven this morning a steady stream of contractors has marched up and down my stairs, and all last night I thought with relish how I'd like to blow this house to smithereens.

So that's how you can spend your wakeful nocturnal hours: taking a sledgehammer to these hateful, hated walls.

7 comments:

eclectic said...

This picture makes me so, so sad. Sending you a hug, and a giant pint of Guinness.

Heather Anne Hogan said...

Exactly what Shari said.

kat said...

well, to be fair, this was taken in june.

mysterygirl! said...

Take the Guinness anyway, though.

Feel better, house, and feel better, Kat.

Jennie said...

Seriously. Take ALL the Guinness.

Unknown said...

Did that all happen after I left for Court?

And by "that" I mean time travel.

You can call me, 'Sir' said...

It'll be worth it. Or, judging by the time travel of the picture based on your comment, it probably was worth it.

Of course, you can still drink the Guinness, which is good for you.