As I write this I’m frustrated and annoyed and tired of bloody technology!

I had a productive morning: got up early, got my hair cut, came home and scrubbed half the kitchen with Alex (and I mean scrubbed, emptying cupboards and using brillo pads) then had a very satisfying lunch and up to that point, things were good.

I then tried to upload photos from my phone onto the computer, hoping to be able to clear some memory space on the phone given there are currently over 1,000 photos in the main album alone.

And that’s where technology decided to screw up everything because I couldn’t upload the images of our shawls that I’d edited… no matter what I tried, I couldn’t figure it out and wasted several hours of my day trying.

Cue bellow of frustration.

And the worst part of it all?  I can’t even eat my body-weight in chocolate to make me feel better.  It wouldn’t make me feel better, it would of course make me really sick and ill but God dammit, what I wouldn’t give for a smooth Galaxy Caramel right now, or a few Kinder buenos… like ten of them.

I’m also on edge wondering if I’ve made a boo-boo with my hair-cut.  It’ll grow out before too long and it’s no biggie, but when you’re already feeling a little irritated (read: a LOT irritated) then you’re teetering on the edge and something as small as a not-quite-what-I-wanted hair-do is enough to gently nudge you right over into the abyss of “Oh my God life is a fucking pain in the fucking hole and I HATE EVERYTHING!!!!

I haven’t plunged down that cliff of insanity just yet, but I imagine there’s still time and plenty of it.

Right ho, I’m going to end this hurried and raspy scribble in order to get a few of the other things crossed off my list that were put on hold for the several hours I struggled to upload the photos which I’m not annoyed about at all.

And then I think I am going to run from here to Kerry and hope that it helps blast out all this tension.

I think if I couldn’t exercize, I might actually explode some day.

Ciao darlings!

Lizzie xxxx