Run Angry

I flamengoed up - it's like a cock up only much bigger.
(Red Dwarf, a classic line from Holly, the ship's computer)

Due to a serious communication's error (look up FUBAR, you'll get the idea), I missed the much anticipated Friday Defence Lab class and got home in a seriously BAD mood; not helped by a road closure and a diversion to no where - never trust a council's Highways department, they always assume you know the roads better than they do.
Anyway, after that I was in no mood to play happy families so I padded up my poorly cut foot and went out for a run. And oh boy did I own it. Even Hell Hill (a short section of steep hill at the bottom of my road) was defeated, run up for the first time instead of being wheezed up on hands and knees.
Running angry has its benefits, it really lends energy and it seems to scare off nano-gremlins, today they haven't dared show themselves. Good for freedom of movement, bad for zombie defence.

Having defied the conspiracy and gone for a run, I am forced to conclude that the pain pixies are just spiteful and as for the cock up fairies they don't know when to stop.
I must consult the ancient texts - or Google if that fails - and find a pixie/fairy repellent  before the infestation gets too serious. I wouldn't want to pass it on to the agents of chaos who share my home.

FraidyKat Runs - on Anger
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50 Shades of Gray is a Dulux Colour Chart

If you want to inject some spice into your life forget the dubious paints and join a martial arts group as a couple.
There's nothing quite like the little smile on his face as the punch comes your way - or the satisfaction of knowing it's your turn next so you can give back exactly what you just got with interest.
Of course any particularly enthusiastic connections may leave you wondering if you over spiced the chicken or whether you remembered to buy that favourite lunch box treat. Then again, you might find yourself remembering a few barriers to domestic bliss and perhaps let him know that the pixies are in need of a pay rise.

Those terrible sexist pixies get lax when they feel under paid, they forget to put underwear in laundry baskets and rubbish in the bins.
I only say the pixies are sexist because they only seem to work for men and children. They don't work for any of the women in my family, we have to do housework for ourselves.
Although, I have heard a malicious rumour that when it comes to relationship break ups pixies can be fickle and have a tendency to abandon their male Bosses to redress the balance. - Not that I am jealous enough of my partner's helpers to leave him just for them!

But anyway, early night tonight, I must attempt to explore the interior of the mysterious Land of Sleep. Ever since the youngest agent of Chaos came to live among us (Offspring mk2) I have been exiled to the shore with only occasional forays into the marginal marshland.
Tonight, however, I must make an extra special effort because tomorrow I will be doing my first Defence Lab grading (I'll report back tomorrow and let you know how is goes).


Ode to Pixies

Pixie, pixie as I sleep, 
I pray for you my house to keep,
My floors to scrub,
My windows shine,
But if you can't then that's just fine,
I only ask that while I clean,
You put my partner's smelly socks in the laundry bin!


FraidyKat Runs - from housework