
The things I have to weesht about today are: jumping three miles into the air with rage when I realised hubbie had left tissues in the pair of jeans I have just washed; and screaming like a banshee at the poor call centre employee who just had the misfortune to ring me.
First world problems don't you reckon? Perspective is a wonderful thing and I prescribe a little perusal of world news as the antidote.