My on/off marriage is on the rocks again and now terminal), my eldest is stressed to feck about GCSE's starting next week, the royals have named their child after the This! chaps, I'm stressed to feck with too much work and not enough time to do it in - who cares about the insignificant matter of a game of footy at the weekend?
(oh, that's me. Too much. Way too much...)
We're all churning nightmare scenarios and listening to the chumps league love in on the radio - though FFS. Just blitz the feckers!
In my mind we're either 0.5 up with ten minutes to go - or it's 0.0...