Aaaargh!!!

[desperance]

It is rapidly become one of those days. You know, where every stupid little thing goes wrong...

My chest hurts, and I would quite like to spend the day reacquainting myself with my sofa. At length. Failing that, I'd kinda like to work; but I have to cook, and most particularly I have to clean. Last Monday I was thinking "oh, hey, of course I can have friends round next Sunday; I've got all week to sort the house out..."

Well, now I have one day to sort the house out. Same house, more or less untouched thus far.

So I went shopping, while the Slow Walking Bread was in the oven. And I fell over. Not good. Came home all mucky and grazed. Changed clothes.

Unpacked shopping, found broken eggs oozing into backpack. So now I'm washing the backpack. Again. It really is a most unlucky piece of luggage; this must be at least the third time I've had to wash out spillages.

Opened new box of dry mustard, for making glaze. Catastrophe! It's one of those boxes designed to do this, I think, to ensure that you spill half this bright yellow powder all over self and kitchen the first time you try to open it. So I did that, and I should probably change my clothes again. But not till I've cleaned the kitchen floor.

And so on: everything I touch today spills or breaks or brings calamity. And the cats, of course, are being just exactly as irritating as they can be. Mac has mustard in his fur, but declines to learn any lesson from this; he is still utterly underfoot. And if you'll excuse me, I feel a sudden need to rush downstairs because that was a most suspicious-sounding thump, as of a cat leaping off the top of the oven grill with a Slow Walking Bread clamped in his jaws...

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[mevennen.livejournal.com]

Heartfelt sympathies from Glastonbury. I've Got Something - one of those somethings that isn't bad enough to make you stop, just makes you feel like shit while you are: taking down the Xmas tree, re-arranging the living room, mucking out the stable (remarkably similar, these last two), making incense and preparing a talk for 5 pm this bloody afternoon about Wassailing.

More drugs, I think, are required. Hope Mac's fur recovers. He'll probably wash it off and come back for more.

[http://users.livejournal.com/la_marquise_de_/]

Ah, a classic Jonah Day. I recommend installing yourself on the sofa and saying 'Shan't' until it behaves itself.
And cleaning is fun, really. Particularly to Motorhead or Metallica or any others of the loud metal persuasion. (Yes, I know, I'm perverse and I have no taste...)

[martyn44.livejournal.com]

Midway between bread making and chiselling more tiles of the lobby wall (so the clearing up will come later) and Lou Reed is singing 'White Light'.

I think he's got the right idea.

[shewhomust.livejournal.com]

I thought mustard powder was supposed to be all hot and sneezy?