Hooter hiders

Who'd have thought. Such a simple idea and such a fabulous name.

Husband has insisted I take the day off from my frantic stress induced cleaning. I have risen at 4.30 nearly every day this week worrying about people who do not deserve my energy.

Our "neighbours" are causing me no end of stress - it's not there access rights which are the problem that is never in question. It's their pure evilness which is just so should destroying.

Husband had insisted I have a chill out day so I have taken myself off to a fave haunt - the Mecca that is tk maxx. I went the back way to town as I don't want to see, speak or hear anyone today. I just want to be in my bubble.

Well this hooter hiders has cheered me up no end - apparently it's like an oversized bib for women to wear when feeding their bambinos to cover their modesty in public. HILLARIOUS and funky it's made my day. A simple but fabulous invention I just wish I had someone to buy it for.

Today I feel a bit better than yesterday although still sad shaky and lonely.

Things will get better. Husband will sort it. And talking of husbands I'm glad he's seen sense on the location of the dogs water bowl (!!!) IT DOES LOOK BETTER ON THE FIREPLACE.