It’s the little things that make life worth living

I started today with a bad CFS/ME attack, Stef once more had to do the carrying to and from the bathroom thing because I couldn’t physically move, grunting was the highest form of communication at my command and I felt like crap. I’m still aching to buggery and I’m soooo tired it’s untrue.. But I don’t care.

The neighbours have been shouting, arguing and slamming/ hammering on doors all morning – they did the same most of last night as well.. But I don’t care.

You know why I don’t care?

Well.. there’s a song about it *grin*