up the arse to get me moving. Dunno WHY I feel so knackered, but I DO know I have a child to "teach", another one to get meds for, some filthy windows, loads of washing, 4 guinea pigs to clean out, a kitchen floor with a week of dried-on food and dirt, 2 lavs which the boys had peed all over, a shower-curtain covered in muddy hand prints (yep, it's white) and a house to vacuum. Plus, another call to the glazier for another broken window. Bloody boys.
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