Its the wee things eh?

Ok I cheat, because I've blipped this before... here

But sometimes, when things have been hectic, difficult, hard, yucky, horrible.....you remember your dad trying to screw this fixing into the ceiling (twice, once at theirs when I stayed at home, and once here in my new flat...) and the swearing, cursing, and hilarity that went with it (hilarity on my mother and I's part, the rest on his - in good humour of course...)

And tonight, I'm chillaxing. After almost setting the place on fire, leaving the hob on with (now cremated) soup cooking...turning it off and still not being used to electrics as opposed to gas, leaning on the bloody thing, ouch, and then an hour or so later looking in despair at the washing machine having a foam explosion as you didn't close the soap powder drawer fully....

Thank the lord for prescription medication tonight....sleepies soon!

L x