Melanie

So I went away, to stay for a week at my parents, obviously with Harrison pants in tow as we kind of make a set.
Anyway, then I got sick. Virus sick. So we came back 3 days later then originally planned.
Which would be fine if it wasn’t for the extraordinary amount of things that pile up, waiting for me to return.
An inbox which i have to slowly sift through to delete the spam “sizeable fuckstick for Adrian” (Creepy because I know an Adrian and am not entirely sure what a fuckstick is but it sounds like something I would call someone who was tailgating me) and reply to the real emails.
A rather alarming amount of actual mail (!!!) some that I need to respond to, some I can store away (Harrison’s Christmas present) and some I can file under R (for rubbish because although I am quite sure I would like $55,000 I am not sure that I want to sell my soul to Reader’s Digest for it!)
Then i have phone messages to deal with, groceries to buy, laundry to launder, a garden to organise and plant and general tidying and sorting to take care of.

And now it appears our new DVD player has done exactly the same thing as the last one! Not impressed!!!!