So, after my week or two of running around after the kids feeling hot, tired and sweaty, things actually did get significantly worse.
- On Sunday the washing machine died again, for the billionth time.
- On Monday we woke up and discovered that we had been robbed.
- On Tuesday the insurance company told me they wouldn’t pay out so I bawled and swore and cried at them in a very unsightly way.
- On Wednesday I was so tired I thought I might die, but things cheered up and my bestie Betty came to visit which helped a lot.
- On Thursday the washing machine company finally caved and conceeded I needed a full refund and a new machine.
- On Friday my elderly neighbour rang my doorbell at 6am over and over again, waking us all up, as she couldn’t find her handbag and clearly had no idea what time it was.
In other words we are having a bit of a time of it!
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