Went downstairs to get myself a drink, get goblins some lettuce (because it's all that's in the fridge), get myself some fabric.
Get empty cans into recycling, decide to do some washing because I keep forgetting and the goblins need their bedding.
Can't find the brush to brush down the fleece anywhere. Get cranky. And loud. And repeatedly saying "where the (word) is the (word)ing thing".
Finally find brush underneath the sofa(?). Brush down fleece. Put fleece in machine. Add detergent and cleanser.
Washing machine refuses to start. Try a different cycle. Still refuses to start.
Open machine door. Slam it closed in a temper. Oh, the machine's running now. Great. But I didn't hear it lock the door?
Decide to ignore that thought. Wash hands. Get lettuce. Take lettuce and Coke upstairs. Leave Coke upstairs to come back for fabric. Needed two hands free otherwise.
Get downstairs. Why tf did I bring the Coke back down? Grumble.
Have to switch on light to see fabric properly. Also grumble.
Pick one. Get back upstairs. Nope, left the Coke can downstairs. Grumble more.
Get back upstairs with fabric and Coke. Then realise my PC alarm is going off. 1pm. Meds time. Guess where my meds are? Yup. Kitchen. GRUMBLE.
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