It just doesn't seem to matter where put things or how I rearrange them, there is just NOT ENOUGH SPACE TO MOVE! ARGH!
I am covered in bruises. I can barely move for boxes. The boys cannot come out of their cage to play.
Frustration is not the word for it – in fact, kill frenzy seems to be slowly working its way to the top of my list of things that seem like a really good idea right now.
I had to have a cold shower this morning. I was most disgruntled.
It would appear that somebody kindly turned the hot water off yesterday and it was not turned back on again.
And – as part of a cruel and unfortunate coincidence – I decided to take the stir crazy ferrets out into the back yard for a bit of fresh air this evening. Unfortunately, for all involved, I realised after a few minutes that the place was caked in ant powder.
As were the ferrets, by this time.
Naturally, I rushed them inside to clean them, but the hot water still hadn't been turned on (and I don't know yet where the switch is), so they also had to have a cold shower.
And I thought that I had been cross when that happened to me – I now have barely any skin left on my forearms.
