Bog off Trigs. I feel terrible, but someone has to pay the sodding mortgage so I am getting on with it. I am taking Sqad's advice and knocking back the ibuprofen to deal with the aching joints; lemsip to deal with most of the other things and may have to have a medicinal whisky later. (The latter NOT being advised by Dr Sqad, but self medication).
BM, phone in for food tonight, get Mr BM to pay for it.
(In more ways that one)
Eccles, other keyboards are under the stairs under Mr Alba's blooming joinery tools. Men!!! (can't live with 'em, can't kik them out to the the rabbit hutch either)
Late to the binge, but sitting here in a Dartmoor pub, snow outside, fire roaring with a pot of English Breakfast, so life can't be too bad........no milk no sugar no cakes....could have gone for something stronger but not quite time for me yet.......
Sorry to hear it, Barmaid, any Night Nurse etc as, for me, the sleep deprivation was the debilitating thing - 10 hours in 4 days and eventually I took a very rare sleeping pill to knock me out, probably I can count the number of times that I have done that on one hand. I just needed the rest.