.. I now say, softly to myself, ‘crapnuts’. What? That’s not even a word. But I persist.
- Left the clean washing in the machine for hours? Crapnuts.
- Left a pen in my pocket and it’s leaked ink everywhere? Double crapnuts (true story- still washing the stains)
- Get water all over the floor while washing up? Crapnuts
- Burn my knuckle on the pan while I’m cooking? Crapnuts.
You get the idea. Let’s hope it stops soon. It’s almost as bad as woopsy-daisy.
(on another note- how domestic does my life sound)