Heart Attack Diary: #6

*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.

Look.

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?

Thank you.