February 21st, 2007

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The builders are now drilling and hammering in the airing cupboard.

This would be the airing cupboard which is right outside my office door.

This would also be after they cut off the water to the bathroom (and thus to the toilet) for several hours while swapping out the hot water cylinder.

Am losing will to live.

Am, especially, losing will to cook dinner, make pancakes, and then spend the rest of the evening packing yet more shit into boxes.

Send vodka.

[Comments saying "it'll be lovely when it's finished" or functional equivalents thereof will be deleted. They may be true but I'm really not in the mood.]