Unbelievable

It's unbelievable that Jonathan managed to fix the sofa. It looks ok, it feels ok, and so far it hasn't crumbled. Maybe I was wrong about him being a completely useless tosser after all.

It's unbelievable that I went back to work today, even though I could have stayed off until Thursday with my sick note. But my back feels a lot better as long as I don't stay in the same position for too long cos then I set like concrete. If I'd stayed at home any longer I would have felt obliged to do some housework. Bugger that for a game of soldiers.

It's unbelievable that when we went to the quiz last night I won - 15 beer tokens, worth about £30. Oh damn - I'll have to drink more alcohol now.

It's unbelievable how much male attention you get when you wear a ridiculously short shirt and fishnets, even if you're a sad, overweight old bag that can't walk properly cos your back is knackered and you are out with your husband. Men are such suckers.

It's unbelievable how much I like lazing around at home doing very little. Nobody ever believed me before when I said I'd like to be a lady of leisure, but I think they have now realised I am a completely idle sod.

It's unbelievable that the kids have managed to drag their sorry arses off to their bedrooms and it's not even 10.30 yet.