I am not going to over-book ourselves again for the next 4 months. I am not.
Really really.
Really.
I said this in September I did.
I collapsed in December.
Now January is flaunting it's godless temptations before my still blinking-in-the-new-year-light mincies with no shame.
And February is slinking up behind that with dangerous disregard for the law.
March shouldn't even be out here yet - is that a lollypop in her pouting lips?
Be gone you flagrant sirens of certain destruction before I can form the outline of April rising to her feet with slow poison - be gone!!!
Oh may the gods of finding a clean top deliver me from this onslaught....
May they guide my weakened fingers away from the laptop keys of 'yes'.
But I fear it's already too late.... I can feel my head turning... my ears burning... my face gurning.... it's... it's.... ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....... farewell house - faaare theeeeee weeeellllllllll.........
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