Katy's bed in leicester is a torture device masquerading as a bed. It's physically impossible for two people to sleep in it comfortably. As such, my back now feels like somebody has been dancing the mambo on it for 48 hours. We are not amused.
My pickling/preserve project will probably die a horrible horrible death because I can't find mason jars in the UK. If I buy them online, they will cost me 15 pounds for jars and 45 pounds for shipping. We are not amused.
I discovered yesterday that both my shoes leak, so I spent the afternoon walking with squishy feet while we were shopping. We are not amused.
It's not all bad news though. As of 11:15 today, I will have been in the UK for 5 months. I also discovered the goodness of Kt Tunstall.
But I need sleep.
Which I can't get.
So coffee will have to do.