Shitty Shit McShit. With knobs on.
Am having day of unspeakable woe, crapness and shiteness. Everything that could possibly go wrong has done, and there's just overflowing crapness and nothing working and everything a big pile of poo, and not even blue poo but bollocksy crappy poo-coloured poo.
[Debbie has, however, informed me that eating lots of beetroot will turn my wee purple. This may be a lie. I'm not sure I can put myself out like that again. The emotional frenzy that I suffered on not having blue poo was a dreadful experience, and a repeat with non-appearing purple wee would be unsupportable.]
Anyway. Shit. Shit at work. Shit at home (not proper domestic me-and-Katie-shouting-and-divorcing-and-cutting-up-each-other's-clothes shit, just grocery shit). Shit everywhere.
And I'm about to overdose on maltesers. The outlook is not good.
[Debbie has, however, informed me that eating lots of beetroot will turn my wee purple. This may be a lie. I'm not sure I can put myself out like that again. The emotional frenzy that I suffered on not having blue poo was a dreadful experience, and a repeat with non-appearing purple wee would be unsupportable.]
Anyway. Shit. Shit at work. Shit at home (not proper domestic me-and-Katie-shouting-and-divorcing-and-cutting-up-each-other's-clothes shit, just grocery shit). Shit everywhere.
And I'm about to overdose on maltesers. The outlook is not good.