I feel right proper pukey.
Every time I swallow, the nausea like I'm pregnant or something....
If only... I'd rather be pregnant 100 times than have to go through this recurring bullshit with the state.
I can't think of what I can say tomorrow to secure my son's basic foundation and entitlement. I know only that I have to tidy up.
I've got Andy Williams on Youtube and stiggers lyrics to the tidying up song. She understands, she does.
But stiggers lovely, I can't stay with you here all day.
If you need me, call me
No matter where you are, no matter how far
Just call my name I'll be there in a hurry
On that you can depend and never worry
Aint no mountain (of laundry) high enough
Aint no valley (of rubbish) deep enough
Aint no washing up wild enough
That I must get throoooooooooough
Oh good you're here but we've blogged all this before...
Housework is so repetitive.
So too these housing problems....
Like a circle in a spiral
Like a wheel within a wheel
Never ending or beginning
On an ever spinning wheel
Dusty Springfield, if I listen to you, nothing will get done.
I need to clear some space so I can think.
So come on Diana, sing loud, sing strong, banish these pukey feelings.
Well, for the time being at least, just until I get the work done.
It might be quite good to vom on them men tomorrow.
Actions speak louder than words after all.....