I am stoofed. It’s been a big day o’ driving round BrisVegas – something that is now firmly in my "List of Things I’d Rather Not Do Because I Might Get Dead" and it’s right up the top of the list along with poking Rottweillers and Morris Dancing – which I believe can (and should) be considered potentially fatal in certain company.
It started with the airport to get my Mum and that went okay, I distracted myself with a small pile of car brochures which I was comparing safety specifications on for that part of the drive. Then out to the shops to do the grocery shopping and checking the fucking eggs yet again. Then home again home again jiggety jig to bring the groceries home (can you believe the cost increases in most groceries items lately!!?!?! Unbelievable.) Then out to Spotlight at Springwood with Mr K cos I’ve given Mum back her tank. Then back to Carindale for something that Mr K forgot earlier and finally home…. where, after the stressful and anxiety inducing day of driving, I then prepared dinner for the family… all of them.
I’m exhausted, my head hurts and my back is killing me… I’ve taken more than a few pain killers in a manner other than directed (and no… that doesn’t mean I decided to use them as suppositories!) and if the pain persists there’s no point going to see my doctor. I’ve also had a few glasses of champagne. Which leaves me with the following equation:
Driving = Anxiety + Shopping = Stress + Egg checking = Exhaustion + Analgesics + Champagne = Mousetails!
Yep that’s right. I’ve got mousetails for the first time in years and that can’t be good.
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