Well, you spend far too much time travelling to your shitty job, far too much time actually at work and desperately look forward to a day off and, maybe, the possibility of some Boinger time to de-stress.....
But then the FPO is in full twat mode. She's been "re-arranging" one of the rooms and you want to see how much crap there is strewn everywhere! Well, actually, you really don't, as it'd do your nut in! You can hardly get into the kitchen for stuff that she's been moving around and don't even start me on the state of the bloating garage.
Looks like my treat for the day will be a few runs to the local dump it site.
I'll try and shoehorn a plink in, but we're looking unlikely.
Oh to the calm therapy and relaxing company of the Good Folk of The Hollow.
Can't come quickly enough, peeps.