Storm Katie is a fucking bitch!
My guttering was all over the place when I finally dragged myself out of bed. I have put it back the best I can, but that's not great...
She also keeps pissing on my laundry. I put it out in the glorious sunshine and turn my back for a mere second... I got to sit down this time, but it is going quite black again out of the window that counts... I have kept my garden shoes on for when I have to dash out again. By the looks, it won't be long...
I was right too - the washing is now back inside yet again...
Washing aside, I feel as though my day has truly been a waste. I feel as though I could be highly productive, but when days off are sparse it is all I can do to recover and catch up on housework. My days should be more than this.
I may be spending a big portion of time sifting through the room - including the guinea pen - as my star jewellery pinged out of my fingers earlier. Fuck it - with it being a whole millimetre big, chances are slim of ever seeing it again...
I may see Gray later on, depending how things go at his end. He thinks he's found a place to live for the next year, which works out better for us both and for his work.
Oh look! The sun's out again! Taunting me, I'm sure...
