They should create indoor gloves. Almost like socks but for the hands, because even though I’m wearing two pairs of thick fluffy squishy slouch socks, jeans, (underwear is always included), a polo neck top and long jumper, and also wrapped up in my uber thick fluffy blanket/bed throw my hands still manage to be cold. So cold in fact I’m almost weary of catching frost-bite. Inside my house. The heating has been on, and I’m a little reluctant to put it back on as I had it on a lot all of last week, and my mum on her own doesn’t earn enough to pay outragous heating bills because of my cold hands. But, for the one who likes sayings: Cold hands; Warm heart.
I guess I can’t go wrong 
In other news, I was woken up early today, on my day off even. I told my mum to wake me at half seven. She comes in at Seven. I crawl out of bed, put make-up on my face (which for some reason actually went on well today, and my face feels reeeeeeeeally soft), and stuck on all my winter thermals.
It was raining, and I, for a quid said I would deliver the Neighbourhood Watch leaflets for our allocated area. I should have asked for more, for the simple reason it was raining, I had nooo idea which houses were flats, and I had to face some disgruntled looking people going to work who thought I was giving them more junk mail. It’s neighbourbood watch, I said, (so don’t give me that look, bitch.).
Sigh. I am very tired. It’s only gone half past ten and I have some work to do later. As well as listen out for the phone incase my Dad rings from the airport. Oh and wait for the buzzer to go so I can turn the oven off for my mum. *Thinks* I don’t think I’ve been bundled with anymore hard labour.
*collapses*
I just want to sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
