I had a full on day at work today. I knew it was going to be hard – my boss had asked me to spend today and tomorrow in the reserve area sorting it out. So I’ve been shifting dinner sets all day  talk about a weights workout.

So tonight I am totally shattered. I wanted a drink, a spa and an early night. So, why am I still up?

Well let’s see, first I forgot to turn the spa off and flooded the ensuite and a good square metre or more of the bedroom carpet.

Then, in my hurry to stem the flow, I accidentally let nearly *all* the water go from the spa. So I had to to refill it – and I *know* I way over used my quota of water today. (Sorry!) But I really needed to have a spa or I won’t be able to move tomorrow.

So I did. And I felt so much better. And then, while I was relaxing, there was an almighty crash from the kitchen. It turns out that the deep fryer decided to spontaneously jump off the bench spilling ~3 litres of oil across the floor.

And every spare towel was already soaking from the bathroom incident. I’ve washed the floor once. I’m about to do it again, and I hope that will suffice until tomorrow.

And then the cat threw up…