Life seems like a lot of endless graft at the moment. The little specks of joy I get come with so much heartache they’re not worth it. It’s like the universe it pushing me towards the social norm – Work, Eat, TV, Work, Eat, TV, Work, Eat, TV
Woah. I could have posted that…..perhaps not quite at the level you seem to be skirting along, but some days I do just think ‘sod this, I’m going to point my car north, drive until I get bored & hole up in a B&B/pub for an undetermined amount of time’……
Coupled with Mattout&about’s picture
a to-do list that covers 2 sides of A4 and by the time I knock an item off, 3 more things have appeared.
Regarding the OP’s title to post a pic that suits my mood, then it’s probably something like this:
Gents, sounds a bit rough, hope for your sake you can both sort things out.
In her defence I’m a jobless bum.
In my defence, the mortgage is still paid with a month in credit (i.e. the payment for Feb 1st was paid from Decembers paycheck), and if I’d been single I’d probably have locked the front door and gone travelling for 6 months rather than pointlessly searching for a job that doesn’t exist. So I consider the fact that all the housework is done and meals cooked for her is a definite win on her part.