THE Shit...

Christmas is over.   YES!  There I said it.   Fuck Christmas up it's snowy arse.  ( no offence intended to givers of lovely presents-shame on givers of shit presents)  Sadly I didn't get anything to rival last year's racket shaped, electric fly zapper.

My new Superga trainers.  (www.superga.co.uk)  I have some size issues with converse and have finally given up and cheated. 
 
My mobile network, 3 , let me off a 20 quid admin fee after I sent my (finally dying) phone to them.  Yey!
 
My pilates class starts again this week.  I have some joint issues and the class really helps.  All I have to do is put up with the ever so slightly creepy tutor, and reap the rewards.


Just SHIT...

Waiting for my phone to be fixed/replaced.   I miss it.  My lovely phone.  Hurry up!

The clutch on my car died on Christmas day.  And when the garage (not my first choice but it was the holidays) had the car, they managed to find a few more things wrong... Hmm.  Our savings are considerably depleted. 

Stupid woman at work, being a relentless martyr, came in to work ill and coughed and snotted her germs over everyone.  Several people had a shitty Christmas as a result.  Stay.. At..  Home..You..Twat.

Bucopan Cramps.