The Whinger's Tale

Oh, Good Lord!!! Gravity is playing its role in my life. Everything is falling down onto the floor. The Scottish bagpipe is lying down gracefully on the carpet; the apron just gives up on the kitchen floor; the shoes at the corridor are placed like they are just taken off from the Holocaust’s victims feet; toiletries in the toilet are randomly placed on the cold tiles; my semi-unloaded luggages are waiting turns near my bedroom floor (if I can call that tiny 3 metres square area a bedroom); the dust and grime on the kitchen linoleum is waiting to be mopped; and the worst of all, my self-esteem has gone down the drain again, flushed gravitationally to the centre of the earth, whilst dragging my overly stressed by his experimental work husband along. What a ride without the joy! It’s Christmas season when I’m supposed to feel merry and joyful; instead, I feel full of shit and rubbish, like a piece of useless baggage waiting to be dumped into the River Thames. Don’t ask me why because I’m in no mood to discuss about it… Or, on second thought, maybe I should read Christmas Carol…BUT what’s the point I must take action in my life, not indulge in more morale-boosting-feeding sessions!!!Huuuumph…