there’s an old saying about making an omlette and breaking eggs and i get it, i totally do, it’s just…
living in this omlette is doing my frigging nut in.
(we have a guy coming to value the house next week so we can rearrange our stupid mortgage. i shall enjoy taking him around.
“jeez guy, sorry you can’t get in the door. this is a bedroom? feel free to use your imagination. a LOT.”)