I haven’t written this weekend as I am feeling like crap. Saturday was spent going like a bat out of hell, accomplishing the pile of Mount Washmore on Friday then packing, sorting and clearing stuff on the Saturday and a pool clean. By about 6pm on Saturday night I finally sat down and realised I felt quite fooked. Had takeaways for dinner and retreated to my room. By thisy morning I had the major sneezes and felt very run down and fluy as well as my monthly turning up leaving me with a combination of feeling like utter shit and backache as well as my back being slightly out anyways. I spent the morning curled up on my bed feeling generally grumpy and even my little one kept a wide berth. Went for a drive with Molten to pick up one of the kids from their aunt’s and guzzled a couple of Red Bull’s and perked up only to get home and fall on my bed again.

So yea I haz some viral evil nasty thing lurking about and I am PMSy, hoorah. Molten is being called the germ donor as Velvet is ill and shes bought it home to me lol. I owe him a beeg icky virus back now *snikker*. See even sadists can be mean from a distance.

(this was me on Saturday, perched on the pool fence while Molten was running amok with a

broom squashing frikken cockroaches that had taken refuge inside a pool cover that had

been sitting on a deck all summer … I really hates teh bugs!)