Something is wrong. Very wrong. Today was the first day of Janathon and I haven’t complained at all. Not even once. I have grounds to complain but haven’t.
For a start I woke up this morning and was greeted by a poo in the bath as a gift from one of the cats. I cleaned it up and went for my coffee. I looked through my cupboards for something to go running in, all I could find was old tracksuit bottoms with a bleach stain on the leg and a huge beer t-shirt. Normally I wouldn’t be seen dead in such an outfit, it was a crime against fashion! But, I put it on and went for a run. Then I cleaned my house and started the washing. And to top it all off, I’ve ran out of oil so my house is like freezer and I’ve done zero stressing over it. Like I said, there is something wrong with me. Maybe it’s all the “New Year, New Me” stuff that I’ve been doing has had a positive effect on me, or aliens have given me a personality transplant, who knows.