'Crash'

Believe me when I say that this is only a section of the shambolic devistation in our kitchen tonight. I'm in no way going for picture quality here, just recording a pishy event.

We sat down to dinner, picked our forks and there was a crash. I screamed, Joe went histerical.

One of the cabinets fell off the wall, without wobblyness or warning. It wasn't the one even that housed the ten-a-penny cups and glasses. It was the endy bit which housed all the special wee bits and bobs. Irreplaceable stuff. China mothers day cups and saucers, a gift from my mum from Korea, and the little green rabbit egg cup.

It's bloody shit and I'm well pissed off to be honest.