Today, well today has been nonstop in the kitchen, I honestly felt a breakdown coming on but I just did not have time to acknowledge it, now all I have is a banging headache and this as my therapy, allowing me to vent. Oh what a sad sorry little state to be in, I would like a maid, a Thai bride or a willing volunteer to help me maintain domestic bliss. The laundry basket is overflowing, my son's room is piled high in junk, my bedroom needs a good old clean and the living room really could do with a dusting. The only two rooms in the house I can tolerate is the bathroom and kitchen and to be fair, my already roomy kitchen is just nor roomy enough I need more shelf space. I do believe I am having a crisis in my own little head and nothing short of a winning lottery ticket will fix it, and I don't mean a £10 three baller.