Let battle be joined. Or something.

I’m back from my holidays. It must have been good, I feel madder than before. Northern Nurse asked how that could be possible. She’ll see.

I’m still being stalked by the forces of chaos. But this morning the fightback began. I woke up in St Albans early this morning, having forgotten to go to bed. I got home and started to tidy the kitchen. It took 4 hours. And I still have another 3 rooms to go.

But that’s the nature of the godless forces of chaos; disrupting our lives, throwing in dirt everywhere, polluting our precious bodily fluids.

I think the Dr Strangelove impressions have been freaking Brother out though. And the kitchen’s a mess already.