The day could best be summed up thus:
everyone in this house is giving me the shits,
yes, including I, but especially everyone else.
Also: does anyone know what it is that the dog is crunching on? I can’t bear to look.
we're all making our own sense of things
The day could best be summed up thus:
everyone in this house is giving me the shits,
yes, including I, but especially everyone else.
Also: does anyone know what it is that the dog is crunching on? I can’t bear to look.
I’ve just come over from Pea Soup – since she’s great and she recommended you – and I’ve only read a few posts and I’m hooked. I love the way you write. But I MUST go and tidy and dust and vacuum now. I only ever switched on the computer for a teeny minute to see if I had any emails and then I thought I’d read just one blog…
Hope everyone starts treating you better soon. Even you.
I’ll be back. (Sounds like a threat, but you know. I just mean to read more.)
TC, I Think I’m going to start a Facebook group called “My Family Gives me the Shits.” Commiserations. I was out last night, Girlchild looking after dogs (she’s 16), came home, dogs had been locked indoors while SHE was out then not let out after dinner, poo on floor, dog’s water bucket EMPTY. Not just low, EMPTY. GAAAAAAAAH.
Well, I spent the morning with my knitting group, which goes a long way to dissipating familiar problems . . .
Hello, Isabelle – nice to meet you! And nice cat you’ve got over there.
It’s not so bad today. I think I’ve stopped giving everyone else the shits too. Coopers sparkling ale helps – I think I was beyond knitting as therapy. Which is unusual.
Nothing like poo -especially dog poo, to bring you down.
I give me the shits daily. I get over it.
You manage to be very succinct even when you’re cranky, that’s quite an achievement.