This evening, I drove to get diesel and Fry-Lite, and forgot to shot the windows in the bedroom.
Earlier today, I was sick and had thumping headaches. Then I went out to run errands, while missing a turn-in for a Post Office along the way.
All I hear is the voice in my head which keeps going on about 'Listen', 'Insurance wouldn't cover ye' and 'If you get married, you'll have no choice but to live on £60 a week'.