I got fed up with work and a slow network today so I left the office at 3 and came to work at home.
Except I am blogging… not working…
I didn’t get home till 1.45 this morning – the babysitting was a marathon… so I am tired and, as it happens, thoroughly fed up with having to be solely responsible for myself…
I want someone to take one look at me and say “Dee, can I make you a coffee? Would you like to put your feet up for an hour or so while I cook dinner and vacuum the house?” Or better still, “Shall I give you a massage?”
Some days being a single girl is the best thing ever. And on days like today it’s depressing…