While I sleep, awful things happen

What a great day. Wake up in the morning, sun streaming through the windows. Birds singing outside. Dead mouse deposited, chewed at the head end and eaten at the arse end left right where the cat knows my line of sight is going to be. Awwww bless. A gift.

Kitchen's full of trash and recyclabes. Can't get to the back garden to put them in the proper recepticals 'cause the drive's full of Christine to a point where I can't actually get past her. This build up of rubbish is actually annoying me lots. There's also the issue of an incredible amount of broken glass in my vac that I need to access the garden to dispose of and can't. Sods law dictates that if I try to sort this in the kitchen, something will go horribly wrong and I will shower the whole house in fragmented toughened glass. Gah. Of this I am certain. I know my sods law, I do.... See? Not content with bankrupting me, the satanic evil bitch is now trying to screw up my domestic organisation. I'm going to donate her to Clarkson, with the instruction "make it fun, make it hurt".