So, I've been cleaning all day and then I remember it's Mothering Sunday tomorrow and I have nothing for my mum (I'm also out of wine but that has nothing to do with it. Nothing) I come home, unload the shopping, pick the washing in off the line and think, 'Oh, wouldn't it be nice to have a lovely big glass of wine in the garden, in the sun.' So, I pour myself a lovely big glass of wine and head out to the garden to sit in the sun.
WHAT FUCKING SUN???!!!
For the first time in this exceptionally sunny and totally blue-sky week it's foggy as fuck. No sun, nada, zilch, zero sun, it's as if the sun has never been. But I'm here anyway, shawl on, shivering, throwing the v's at the fickle cornish weather. I'm on my second glass of wine, Nitin Sawhney blaring out from the kitchen window and the kids have put daffodils in my hair and are
now practicing their knife-throwing skills.
FUCK YOU, FOG AND THE BREEEZE YOU BLEW IN ON!!!!!