A child called Chucky and no internet… HELL! Pure and unadulterated.
That was my week.
I wallowed in the miserable abyss that is also known as lack of cyberspace and a teething toddler – totally, ridiculously and unbearably unpleasant.
Not even copious amounts of chocolate, cake and Neil Gaiman could save me from ‘net withdrawal and a miserable child.
Malancholic I was.
Addicted I am.
Over it is…
… sort of.