I hate this weather. I really do. Not only have I had to trade in my flip flops for Winter boots (which I incidentally discovered, following a rather wet sock yesterday morning, have a hole in), but I also feel totally unmotivated to do anything other than sit in front of a computer googling hot countries and last minute getaways.
Oh yes, and eat chocolate biscuits.
And my husband is away so I can even eat chocolate biscuits for supper if I want to.
So that's what I'm doing.
I'm eating chocolate biscuits and feeling crap cos I'm eating chocolate biscuits.
And I think I have manflu coming on too, judging by the amount of Strepsils I have consumed in a single day and the very inconvenient moments at which my nose has chosen to run (whilst Tesco delivery man was asking if I was happy with the substitutions made and at a children's birthday party this afternoon whilst speaking to other mothers). In neither situation did I have a tissue at the ready.
So there you go. I'm ill and tired and can't think of one funny thing to write.
And to add insult to injury my husband has been sending me photos of what he's currently 'working' on.
Maybe I wouldn't be feeling so bad if he hadn't reminded me what my life used to be like before I became a Mother.