Dull, dull, dull

Today has been extremely dull, with a portion of dull, made extra large, on the side.

I can vaguely remember my life once being a tad more exciting. I don't crave huge adrenalin rushes but something to make me feel a bit more chirpy would be nice.

To relieve the boredom I've been trying to decide which chores to do first before I go on holiday, and this is the order I've decided on:

1. Take bra back to M&S (they never fit me from there so why did I bother in the first place?)
1a). Washing
2. Nuke myself on sunbed (yes, I know it's not good for me, but neither is smoking, binge drinking, driving too fast or hanging round with some of the decidedly dodgy people I know)
2a). Drying
3. Try to sort out the sleeve on Theo's blazer (one sleeve is totally frayed and manky at the cuff.and being such a dab hand with a needle - not - I have decided in my wisdom to turn both sleeves up. What do you mean 3/4 length sleeves are so last year??)
3a). Washing
4. Take blazer to cleaners (or, alternatively, get Paul to take it when we're on hols again - you saw it here first Paul)
4a) Drying
5. Rip all the hairs out of my legs, by the roots (I love my epilator)
5a) Washing
6. Change the beds (its a habit, go on holiday = change the sheets)
6a). Washing
6b). Washing
6c). Washing
7. Poo myself for not having done any of these things except 2., 5. and 6.
7a) Drying
8. Bleach the toilets (I don't want the burglars tutting over skid marks)
9. Leave the house
9a). Come back for passports
9b). Have another last wee
9c). Bleach the toilet
9d). Leave the house
9e). Shout at Jonathan for not letting me go back home for my favourite tweezers
9f). Cuss for not being able to get a seat in the departure lounge
10. LEAVE THE COUNTRY