The worst thing about being ill is the boredom. I can’t play guitar, it sounds all funny. I can’t really read a book- my brain hurts. I cant even muster up the energy to argue about whats on the T.V. Today I suffered Jeremy Kyle twice. The same exact episode twice: curse the cretin who invented +1 channels.
I caught the first showing, lying face down on the rug in front of the T.V. The bairn likes to sit on my head, pull my hair- an of late smack me round the head with interesting objects- remote controls, toys, his shoes- you name it he hits me with it. He’s a big fan of eye-gouging as well. Quite the Spartan child.