chaletian | (no subject)

Jesus Christ, this flat is a tip! I'm supposed to have tidied, but this morning I got distracted by Rosie (god rot you, you tiny ginger mentalist), and then I had to go to Richmond for last minute bits (got two vee exciting miniature presents for The K), which took three hours to reach due to inordinate amount of traffic (why, why, Englebert, do we have to live on the tiny bit of our road which also happens to practice under the name South Circular?) and which was then awash with the elderly doddery, who GOT IN MY WAY LIKE THEY WERE GUIDED BY SATAN HIMSELF.

And now I'm posting LJ in a desperate bid to pretend all the crap I still have to do DOES NOT EXIST.