A mundane day today, but no less stressful. For some reason, only known to himself, Jamie insists on running around the house screaming while I vacuum. As if the noise of the vacuum is some how not enough to give me a headache he has got to make sure I get one. Unfortunately the weather is warming up and Merrell is already shedding her fur, so I need to vacuum more often at the moment. Paracetamol anyone...?
I do have a hopeful side when it comes to all this extra vacuuming...that my current one will give up the ghost and be deemed unrepairable so I can have one of those nice ball ones Dyson now do. I do mention to Chris that I want one everytime I see the advert.