Damn and blast

Not a good day. Really not a good day.

Totalled the ant infestation that's been building up on the window yesterday afternoon with a good wodge of your friendly neighbourhood canned insectiside. Dropped them in theirs masses, instantly. Didn't make me feel overly good and has probably done bad things to my karma; in fact it's hit back already. Confirmed this morning that those itchy bumps that I thought was heat rash, and CH was confidently calling ant bites was in fact neither. After a break of four years, the fleas are back. Damnit.

This damned place is upside down already; I have neither the time nor the energy to deal with this rubbish on top of everything else. I certainly do not have time to indulge in the mass vaccuming and carpet cleaning; seat cover cleaning and curtain washing required. I'm already two weeks behind on cleaning, still knee deep in camping equipment from last weekend. Sod it. Sod it straight to hell.