*settles down for a quiet evening*
- A large pyrex baking dish is dropped on the stone tile kitchen floor. The noise of impact was heard in three counties
- 7yo projectile vomits an impressive amount of liquid around the lounge
- The (hellishly loud) garage burglar alarm goes off. I run through the house and open the garage door to find one of the #RescueKitties sitting between the ZX10 and the 250N, looking very puzzled
All of these things in the space of 20 minutes.
I’ll say this just the once.
I’VE HAD A FUCKING HEART ATTACK, YEAH?
I’M SUPPOSED TO BE HAVING A SHEDLOAD OF PIECE AND QUIET.
CAN WE PLEASE RETURN TO PEACE, QUIET, AND A STRESS-FREE EXISTENCE?