Go ahead. Explain to me exactly how this is fake, alarmist, or otherwise not important.
The entire family - minus me and the the antisociallite Captain Useless - have been struck low with Lurgi this week.
Which, for me, means interrupted sleep, tired days, lots of
coffee caramel mochachinos, and entire swathes of the Blah’s.
More ranting on the Blah’s after the cut.
There is nothing more draining than the Blah’s. Everything is just… blah. Even the thought of it turns you off.
Going out? Blah. Having a decent meal?Read more »