Scalding mood

I got back from Cumbria this evening to find the project still not finished. In fact somethings have gone backwards... Seriously fellas, the plinth isn't right if I can't open the damned dishwasher.

I had massive aspirations of cooking myself some dinner for the first time in 3 months (not that I have a dining room or lounge to eat it in). That turned out to me far too challenging. Couldn't get any of it to work. I finally managed to boil a pan of water. But not as effectively as I boiled my temper. A dear friend called just at the wrong moment and has the misfortune of hearing my venting. How awful. I'd much rather swallow my words than swallow the dinner I eventually made but couldn't eat because I am feeling so guilty that I hurt the feelings of an important person. Does anyone have the recipe for humble pie?

Tired, sore, frustrated and cross with myself. Time to say good night.