Yes I'm stressed
Busy day, dad very depressed (obviously) and I'm feeling very fed up generally, house is messy, had decorators in, dusty musty (that really drives me insane! So I'm gonna spend the afternoon cleaning with 🍷
Mainly I'm just having a shit day looking at my dear dad thinking dear god, he is so bloody helpless, why or why is this dragging on and on? I just pray he goes to sleep soon and will be free of Psp! Equally I feel awful saying that as we have been losing so many of our dear friends of late! But I don't want my dad to keep suffering! Once again we are waiting for the ol bowels to open which are being very stubborn despite the usual laxatives and suppostries!
Why is life so shit? And so bloody unfair?
I HATE you Psp!!