I’ve had a rough time of late. I have shunts in my head and when one goes –
they go. So I’ve been in and out of
hospital and home to recuperate – which means I actually can’t do a lot of
cleaning up because I just don’t have it in me.
This morning, when my sister left, I went up to the spare
room to change the bedding.
Yesterday, finally, I started to feel better. My sister came up for the night and my Aunty
came for dinner so we cooked and drank champagne before slinking off to bed at
a reasonable hour.
This morning, when my sister left, I went up to the spare
room to change the bedding.
Imagine my surprise when while putting doona’s and pillows
away, I see snot wiped on the wall and on the window sill above the bed. WTF? I’ve
just been around and counted. There are 4
boxes of tissues strategically positioned around this house. That isn’t even counting the 3 loos all with
a large basket of paper – one basically 2 minutes from his room…
But no. Let’s just
pick our fricking nose and wipe it on the wall.
Who the hell lives like this? Really?
Oh: here is a pic of
my new haircut.
With that brain surgery should have come new insight! Ban that pig of a child!
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