The Winter Of My Discontent

Just got home...
to find my toilet completely unconnected from the main water pipe...

Dear Void, please DO give me the strength to stay calm.
Furthermore, PLEASE let my landlord find a qualified water/drain/pipe guy who can fix this. And fix it yesterday.
Also, I would like you, darling Void, to point me in the direction to understanding WHY THE FUCK ME AGAIN????

It's Friday.
I have a flat that is still missing wallpaper, paint, tiles (don't get me started!) and...oh yes, a flippin' loo that works.
I have had a week of builders walking in and out, the rooms I can live in look like a horder's den, boxes and stuff everywhere. I am basically living out of a suitcase. Every morning I carry my toiletries around like I'm on a bloody camping site.

I must say I have been pretty darn patient and graceful about all of what's been going on lately.
But this is really taking the biscuit... I have no rising-above left in me.
I HAVE NO TOILET!

Not sure whether to laugh or cry.

Did I mention that the flat-hunt is not going too well.

So, happy freakin' weekend to all!

P.S. Dear Mr. Cooper, what do you suggest I put on that gratitude list for today?

The Human Form

I have been for a walk today and something occured to me. Why is it that bigger men think they need to take off their shirts and show off their upper bodies once the sun comes out and the temperature's a little over 70°F?
Why is that?! And I am talking BIG men here with hairy backs and all. Are they celebrating something?
I get it, it's warm and sunny, a nice day in anyone's books - but WHY SPOIL IT?! I mean, you don't have to share THAT. What's so appealing in showing off your flab?
I don't care if you hide a six pack underneath all that excess flabby skin. If you can't see it it is most likely not there. So cover up! Seriously.

While men go parading around their extra pounds, we women are being told how to dress flatteringly and essentially hide. I have never seen a magazine article giving that same advice to men. "Summer is on the way and here are some fashionable ways of how to hide your manboobs". Not once.

O.k., I agree, some women cannot be told. They don't listen. They are all over the place, as it were.
Celebrating their shapeliness.
However, more often than not that can be a little much to take in. Again you want to call - please, cover that up.

Still, I do believe it is more common in men to flaunt what they think they have - an attractive, well at least not offensive looking, body, which clearly they don't in most of the cases - than it is in women.

Are they thus self-confident? Do they really believe they are God's gift to the human eye? Or do they really not give a damn and are just hot and bothered when the sun comes out. Well, here's a thought - GO INTO THE SHADE!

I know, I know. Some will say that is the human form! It is God's creation, it's the body that He gave him or her, so why cover it up, why hide or sit in the shade all summer? Embrace it.
I appreciate that. I accept that. I just don't think that's what God gave him or her. That's all.
I'm sure, God didn't go Oh, let's put them Godiva pralinés onto her hips and let's put some beer into his belly so it REALLY shows...
Well... maybe He did, but I am sure He didn't mean it in a good way. That'd be some sick sense of humour.

No, all I am saying or rather asking is, please use nakedness wisely.
(Oh God, next thing you know there will be inner-city signs to that effect.)

Not everything needs to be on public display. Dare to be mysterious this summer. And give the Man Upstairs a break. 'cause he has to bloody look at all of that, all-seeing an' all.