I'm cursed today.
If it can spill, it does.
If it can spit, it does.
If it can generate destruction and mess, it will...
I did manage, however, speak to my mum, clean out the guineas, do a full days work, hoover and dust the whole house, clear the fire, cook a decent dinner (and share some of the kale with the 'pigs), and I shall now make a mug of tea and scoff biscuits.
I may regret the biscuits, and possibly the whole picking of asparagus I managed to scoff...