Shoot me in my tracks

I. Never. Get. Ill.

I. Never. Get. Ill.

I. Never. Get. Ill.

If I keep saying it it may stay true. I have a sore throat and my nose is running like mad - the thing is, I'm not sure if there's actually something wrong or if it's just irritation from the enormous quantity of dust generated by the kitchenwork.

Obviously I'll feel just as crappy either way - what matters is whether I might be contagious or not. And I've no idea. Bah.

I'd go break something but I don't have the energy.

The good news is that the kitchen's going to look fucking fabulous. They've put the units and worktop in and the sink's connected up. I chose white for the units (it was that or beige), but I was never asked about drawer and cupboard handles... it turns out those are made of tubular steel and they're absolutely perfect - they have the exact right look to go with what I wanted. I love Bournemouth Council more every day.

Shoot me in my tracks

I. Never. Get. Ill.

I. Never. Get. Ill.

I. Never. Get. Ill.

If I keep saying it it may stay true. I have a sore throat and my nose is running like mad - the thing is, I'm not sure if there's actually something wrong or if it's just irritation from the enormous quantity of dust generated by the kitchenwork.

Obviously I'll feel just as crappy either way - what matters is whether I might be contagious or not. And I've no idea. Bah.

I'd go break something but I don't have the energy.

The good news is that the kitchen's going to look fucking fabulous. They've put the units and worktop in and the sink's connected up. I chose white for the units (it was that or beige), but I was never asked about drawer and cupboard handles... it turns out those are made of tubular steel and they're absolutely perfect - they have the exact right look to go with what I wanted. I love Bournemouth Council more every day.

You don't know how it feels

oh wonderful.

Not only do I feel like something I'd scrape off the bottom of my shoe, I'm now being attacked by rampant paranoia. Lovely. Just fucking lovely.

Sometimes, boys and girls, they really are out to get you.

You don't know how it feels

oh wonderful.

Not only do I feel like something I'd scrape off the bottom of my shoe, I'm now being attacked by rampant paranoia. Lovely. Just fucking lovely.

Sometimes, boys and girls, they really are out to get you.