Didn't I just fucking ask you not to fucking do that?

[desperance]

I only opened the bloody freezer to get some bloody ice. There was a ... shifting ... among the stacks of stuff. I frowned, I spoke to it severely: I said, "Stuff, please don't cascade all over the kitchen floor. You know I won't like it if you do."

And then I turned my back, to take an ice-tray to the sink, and - yeah. You know what happened.

And now all the ice is in flinders and half my tupperware is trashed and the kitchen floor is lethal with skiddyness and I am very, very unamused. I may resort to gin. Actually I was planning to resort to gin anyway, that's what the ice was for, but now I have a reason. I should like to flounce to my daybed and come over all artistic, but I have too much to do...