Insert swear word here.

I don't know what this is i've taken a picture of. I don't care what it is i've taken a picture of. Whatever it is, it's rubbish.

I'm in a rubbish mood. The car was supposed to get MOT'd today in order to get new road tax, in order to pass it's MOT it needed 2 new front tyres. The tyre guy didn't show up and the guy who was MOT'ing the car didn't appear either. I didn't realise just how much we depended on the car - a lot as it turns out.

In between all the commotion of trying to rearrange everything for tomorrow and a lift to work my nieces have called to see when they can come and stay overnight, Logan won't go to sleep even though he's so tired - he can't stand up, Marcus keeps trying to steal the computer to look up Roman gladiator stuff for work and I can't find the battery charger for my camera.

Hot chocolate and bed for me before I kill someone/something.

Aaah, that feels better!

Jules :I