In 48 hours, we should have an internet connection that does not compel my browser to time out at the speed of light.
In the interim, there is a partner who has picked this week to disregard the "ensure adequate ventilation" warning on some sealant, with the full-anti-meal-deal and other charming prospects arising. We are down to headache and exhaustion, after two days of touch and go.
And I have degenerated to the full scale of 1950's housewife syndrome. It is excessively unattractive. I do 1980's earth-dyke a treat. I even do 1970's new-ager a treat. I do not do June Cleaver.
And if I did, I could be accused of much worse things than 1050's housewife syndrome. My partner may well object.
Oh, to have a valium....
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