Frustrations

Spent today marooned upstairs on my own watching and feeling the sprained ankle getting bigger and bigger. Got through a packet of unwanted frozen chickpeas from the neighbour, a bag of quorn and now a bag of peas. That's like a whole bad meal all in one. Bugger. I had so much plans....beach, tidy, and Christmas. Yes, I was definitely going to do the Christmas thing that everyone else seems to have got in the bag today, like deck the halls, go somewhere warm and fuzzy to pick up a tree, rock around it, jingle bell balls up, that kind of thing, but nope. Instead, I've been bored senseless, binged on bad netflix, tried to stop the dogs do giant haystack wrestling falls on top of my Cheryl Cole cankles, been pretty much ignored and frustratedly growled a lot. I can't walk on it, let alone get down the stairs. Getting to the toilet is like an epic journey of which many olden time tales could be written about. I miss being able to sneakinto the kitchen for food. And I've no secret chocolate present stash I can raid. (Note to self to keep some under the bed next year). And now I can't Netflix because they (the walkers, the well adjusted anklers) need the bandwidth. #ruralinternetsucks

Tomorrow looks like a right off. Which is going to cause lots of problems....but wot ya gonna do kiddo, it's just the way the cookie crumbles.