Looking to avoid the cost of Mr Dyno-Rod, I spent most of yesterday morning trying to unblock our drain. Unsuccessfully.
I have a bruised and swollen forearm from trying to reach down the bloody thing and still imagine I can smell its vomity-oily smell, despite the two showers and bath I’ve had since.
Mid-work today I ran out of printer toner and have spent and hour and a half trawling round local shops looking for a replacement. They haven’t got one right now, but they can order one in.
There’s only cheese for lunch.
My life is impossibly glamorous.
This calls for 80s indie.
The Flatmates – ‘Heaven Knows (Tranquiliser Mix)’ (1988)