A week from hell. Thanks.

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.