30 weeks today!

I really should be more cheerful but I feel thoroughly miserable, possibly because:

1) I feel fat and horrible

2) The estate agents want £800-1100 just to show tenants round, send the details to some property websites and copy some legal documents. The fees don't even include referencing (which the tenant pays for) or inventory (which is extra, but I'm going to do anyway.)

3) I've seen LOADS of ants today, in several rooms, which potentially renders the place unrentable unless we get them sorted

4) I'm STILL ill. It's been over a week now with NO decongestants, just poxy paracetamol. I'm sick of feeling like death.

5) There isn't a five, but five is my lucky number so I wanted to list 5 things!

Right, I'm taking my fat, grumpy and ill arse off to the sofa. Bugger cleaning, I'm going to have comfort food and a sleep.

Hmpf!