I baked a self-pity loaf and put it with the work-avoidance-food mountain that I have created this week.
Luckily it is the day for gently hoovering the oldies and visiting the man-with-no-voice.
Now I am home trying to focus on being creative but I have a headache, I am blurry and bluebottles keep buzzing on the window next to me.
The window is a big attraction for big flies, I have a newspaper handy and I like to think I can finesse the swat just hard enough to knock them dead but cleanly off the window. I just picked up the paper to deal with the new buzzers and yesterday's 'death toll' crawled out of the pages and back onto the window. Not having the motor skills to attempt clean carnage my window is now covered with squashed bodies.