My kip pattern is pretty damned crap. Last night however for some reason, I slept like a baby.
That is until the bastard phone started ringing at 6:45, and then at regular intervals ubtil I finally got up and answered it at 7:30.
It was Mini Moosies best friend, who promptly got a severe bollocking off me for waking me up so early.
The mini one was now awake and half way down the stairs listening to my rant. She spoke to her and APOLOGISED cough, yes apologised for MY behaviour!
She informs me that she mearly wanted to inform her that sh'e got a new niece apparently, at 06 bastard 45 in the morning! Well hip hip a fuckinray!
Beggars belief, and now I've got both tyhe mooses on my back hollering at me saying I'm the most bad tempered intolerant person in the world, AND that I'M an embarrasment to them.
I'm going the estate agents today. Anyone know of any one that specialises in huts in woods?
Thouroughly pissed off now, and the day has only just begun. What else could possibly go wrong?