So I'm up minding my dad and family dog Daisy for the week, while my mum and sister are away on a wee trip. It's like the blind leading the blind, or rather the old doddery, lazy fool leading the young but slightly disabled woman, in that it's time like these where I'm meant to be the strongest person in the room, that I really think 'fuck me, my body is made of absolute shite'.
From last nights fiasco of trying to pull the bins to the front of the house (admittedly, I get Simon to do this job at home), from today's 'Pull back film lid' request on the baked beans which resulted in me wrestling with said lid for 20 mins before giving up and jabbing a knife through the little shithead. Again this incident was reproduced later with a pack of smoked salmon (what a contrast of foods there -note, the beans were not ate with the salmon, in fact the beans were solely ate by my dad, I for one never eat beans and think they are little red evil nuggets of disgusting-ness), but I was quicker this time to give up
...It's the little things in life, eh?
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