The view, from all angles.
I'm sitting in the gloom on my couch bed, hiding from the builders. They keep shutting off the power. I'm tired and I'm starving but they're making lots of noise and the kitchen hob, kettle, everyfuckingthing in this house is electric. It's after 7pm now so I'm hoping that they'll leave soon. It's either that or my mam's paid them extra to keep me away from the biscuits and the drinks cabinet. I'm assuming that they'll turn the power on before they go, but I might well be disappointed. Not that it'll be a whole lot of use to me. Sure, I'll be able to cook, but they've ballsed up the cable connection for the telly so I've got 17 channels of snow. And this does not a happy Rosie make.
