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Please can I be finished now, plz?
Mark got up at 6am to paint the bookshelves and put a second coat on the spare-room window sill, the last 2 tasks that needed finishing. I got up at 7, not because I wanted to, I didn't, I was knackered, but Mark crashing around upstairs kinda made staying on the futon (lovely futon, blessed duvet, most holy pillows, how I love you!) pointless.
So got up and staggered about in an undead, zombied sort of a way, making coffee and generally losing the plot till nine when we headed into Chorley to replenish cheese, milk, bread, wine and other such necessaries.
After a too-brief break then for potato cakes and gingerbread men, we/I started the hideous job of putting back furniture and cleaning - such a lot of cleaning. Lawks a lawdy.
Anyway, mark's been done a while but I just finished and I'm shagged. Utterly, utterly shagged. I thought I was shagged yesterday ::cue hollow laugh:: Such foolishness! I realise now I merely imagined what being shagged, shattered, buggered and practically deed meant. Today, I know.
So - I'm quite tired and just as soon as I get on the other side of this glass of loveliness in Ribena form, I'm having a bath and some dinner. I haz cheese, I haz olives, I haz granary baguete . I'm good. I hope you all are too. The weekend is just around the corner, may it be kind to us all.
Mark got up at 6am to paint the bookshelves and put a second coat on the spare-room window sill, the last 2 tasks that needed finishing. I got up at 7, not because I wanted to, I didn't, I was knackered, but Mark crashing around upstairs kinda made staying on the futon (lovely futon, blessed duvet, most holy pillows, how I love you!) pointless.
So got up and staggered about in an undead, zombied sort of a way, making coffee and generally losing the plot till nine when we headed into Chorley to replenish cheese, milk, bread, wine and other such necessaries.
After a too-brief break then for potato cakes and gingerbread men, we/I started the hideous job of putting back furniture and cleaning - such a lot of cleaning. Lawks a lawdy.
Anyway, mark's been done a while but I just finished and I'm shagged. Utterly, utterly shagged. I thought I was shagged yesterday ::cue hollow laugh:: Such foolishness! I realise now I merely imagined what being shagged, shattered, buggered and practically deed meant. Today, I know.
So - I'm quite tired and just as soon as I get on the other side of this glass of loveliness in Ribena form, I'm having a bath and some dinner. I haz cheese, I haz olives, I haz granary baguete . I'm good. I hope you all are too. The weekend is just around the corner, may it be kind to us all.
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Oh dear god - I'm cream crackered just reading about it... stop already baby! It's nearly the weekend - surely (don't call me Shirley *g*) you can get time off for good behaviour? Extra points for diving nose-first off chairs?
Have a great weekend honey.
::smooches::