Don't shout...

17:18.46 - Sunday 27th April 2003   (Link to This Entry)

I have a headache, don't even breathe heavy in my presence. The decorating bits are still going on, although I've excluded myself from doing any of it. Instead, I moved my desk, cut the grass and went shopping - anything to avoid holding a paintbrush.

The weather is typically English. I cut the grass in sunshine, it drizzled, we hung some bits out to dry in sunshine, then it p*ssed it down, then it was sunny again. Right now it's just miserable clouded-over greyness. Sigh. I'm sure that's gotta be a metaphor for something, I just can't think what.