today I have been mostly achieving the square root of fuck all while never straying more than 5 yards from the bog. I am never ever ever going to tough it out again when a chef says "you might want to watch that chilli dip, even I think it's way too hot"
Still I have just managed to get a pressie ordered for delivery to me Mum. However with my addled brain today she is likely to receive a 2nd hand quadcopter and a torque wrench