Balls

Thousands of them. Little feckin balls. Bloody bean bags. Bloody cats. Bloody last disastrous week of doom in our house before we move. Honestly...

Stress levels slowly rising. In the last two days a pipe has started leaking in the kitchen and the fridge is broken. Oh. And the cats have started pissing on the bean bags. Hence they've been emptied so they can be washed and now the girls are recreating the Artic. In the kitchen.

Sigh.

Evening was good though. An excellent curry with three excellent ladies. Two whiskies fuelled the chat :)