Ugh

The entire house now smells of burning hair(drier); combined with the fresh and lovely scent of 3 week old cocktail sausages/spinnach/cucumber (that was the most revolting thing in the fridge, cuccumber that was so soft I had to get a bag to pick it up with).

I’ve got breakfast in front of me. Ciccone is playing music to bring me up to a more hopeful mood, breakfast, shopping, make appointments, do stuff. Yay.