I am sat here on said Monday night having cooked up a splendiferous lasagne for tomorrow night out of Sundays left over beef joint. I am doing this in excruciating pain - ok slightly painful but blooming irritating all the same; I have grit in my eye. The dog walk earlier in the blustery evening kindly blew sand into my eye. It is now dripping and itching. I have bathed it, I have blown my nose, I have shoved tissue around it and its still in there. By this time tomorrow I think it will be all swollen and maybe weeping slightly - attractive.
To add to this irritant my lovely HTC died on my jaunt to Palma. HTC have been lovely, tried to fix and sent it back - unfixed. So back it went today. In the meantime I feel like I have gone back about 10 years unable to check my emails immediately, tweet rubbish and follow others activities. (its how my sister and keep tabs on each other ) and most of all I have major words with friends withdrawal. I am sure I was whopping Tara's ass.
Should you find a snivelling bulging eyed person coveting your android it isn't me. And was I really on holiday just a week ago in hot sunshine?
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