So bored that I even accused the lovely Polish (?) man who delivered a recent parcel – and had to wait outside the door for 8 minutes ‘cos his phonething told him that he’d arrived here to early – of wilfully ruining the Spag Bol that I was cooking.

Fortunately (phew!) he understood me (wtf?) and laughed along :o)

Oh. Sorry. I tend to interrupt myself too. D’oh! Where was I ? ? ?