Christ. Time to get the hard drugs out.I swear I'm on the verge of a breakdown over this Christmas. WIth the family gearing up for Mr Sheena's Mum's funeral next week, his Auntie (Dad's last remaining sibling) has just gone into an unresponsive state and will be dead within 24 hours, my sister in law who I am organising the whole of Christmas with and who hasn't done much so far as she runs a catering business and had bookings up until last night managed to spill boiling water all over her arms and torso and is now laid up in bed in bandages, my Mum keeps ringing me asking if I can do various pointless tasks for her whilst not asking either of my fucking siblings ("well, they both have proper jobs"...ARGHHH!) and Mr Sheena is basically depressed and goes from bed to shower, back to bed again and is currently lying prostrate and sighing every 30 seconds or so in the other room.
I SWEAR, IF I GET FUCKING SICK THIS CHRISTMAS, I'M GOING TO KILL SOMEONE.
Christ. Time to get the hard drugs out.
Jeez, that's awful.I swear I'm on the verge of a breakdown over this Christmas. WIth the family gearing up for Mr Sheena's Mum's funeral next week, his Auntie (Dad's last remaining sibling) has just gone into an unresponsive state and will be dead within 24 hours, my sister in law who I am organising the whole of Christmas with and who hasn't done much so far as she runs a catering business and had bookings up until last night managed to spill boiling water all over her arms and torso and is now laid up in bed in bandages, my Mum keeps ringing me asking if I can do various pointless tasks for her whilst not asking either of my fucking siblings ("well, they both have proper jobs"...ARGHHH!) and Mr Sheena is basically depressed and goes from bed to shower, back to bed again and is currently lying prostrate and sighing every 30 seconds or so in the other room.
I SWEAR, IF I GET FUCKING SICK THIS CHRISTMAS, I'M GOING TO KILL SOMEONE.
Jeez, that's awful.
Are you sure you're not in Eastenders?
Jeez, that's awful.
Are you sure you're not in Eastenders?

I swear I'm on the verge of a breakdown over this Christmas. WIth the family gearing up for Mr Sheena's Mum's funeral next week, his Auntie (Dad's last remaining sibling) has just gone into an unresponsive state and will be dead within 24 hours, my sister in law who I am organising the whole of Christmas with and who hasn't done much so far as she runs a catering business and had bookings up until last night managed to spill boiling water all over her arms and torso and is now laid up in bed in bandages, my Mum keeps ringing me asking if I can do various pointless tasks for her whilst not asking either of my fucking siblings ("well, they both have proper jobs"...ARGHHH!) and Mr Sheena is basically depressed and goes from bed to shower, back to bed again and is currently lying prostrate and sighing every 30 seconds or so in the other room.
I SWEAR, IF I GET FUCKING SICK THIS CHRISTMAS, I'M GOING TO KILL SOMEONE.
Are the mushrooms part of the dinner for 18?
Could make a nice mushroom soup or beef wellington.
Fairytale of Big Ron's dinner guests officially tripping balls.
I do love a bit of Modern Toss.
Sounds like you need to come on our works night out later.
my Mum keeps ringing me asking if I can do various pointless tasks for her whilst not asking either of my fucking siblings ("well, they both have proper jobs"...ARGHHH!)
Despite all the death and injury, this was the bit that had me TWITCHING VIOLENTLY.
I don’t understand how anyone can possibly survive Whamageddon.
How do you SHOP?
Sorry flops but that made me laugh!Knowing Mr F was going to the chemist today I asked him to pick up a tube of cream that I use in the corners of my mouth every once in a while because my skin is slightly allergic to one of my inhalers and the skin gets cracked. It's made by Daktarin but to make sure he got the correct stuff I left the old tube on the table and told him it was the oral gel I needed. Got a notification at lunch of a payment to the chemist of £6.50 and thought it had gone up in price a lot. I get home from work and there's a large tube of Daktarin Gold, used to treat athlete's foot and crotch rot, on the table next to my teeny little tube. He's utterly fucking useless.
Last year when I ended up in hospital I told Mr F what I needed him to bring for me in the evening. He brought mismatched pyjamas, a dressing gown that had been left hung on the back of (his) bedroom door that hadn't been worn for several years so it was nicotine stained, stunk and could almost stand up on its own, the shabbiest underwear with holes in and six pairs of socks. There was also a bag of Rib and Saucy NikNaks but no soap, no shampoo, my toothbrush was in there but no toothpaste or hairbrush. I was mortified and he actually got snotty with me when I asked what possessed him, so my mum brought suitable attire and the correct dressing gown the next day.That reminds me of the time that my Auntie broke her ankle and as her sister and daughter were helping her into the ambulance, they asker her husband / my uncle to pack a hospital bag for her.
He turned up at the hospital and in the bag was a pair of socks and a packet of biscuits.
