So I survived the exam last night (thanks, Krissy!) and even though I stuffed up my neck from the two hours of hunched-over scribbling, I was v content to sit on the couch with Dan and watch Oceans 12 (yes, we’re that far behind) with my last bottle of tart fuel.
But then we noticed that the loungeroom external wall was leaking again with all the rain pelting down outside. We now have a lovely contraption set up to minimise splashage with cut up gargabe bags lining the floor. Most surprising from the whole experience was that I didn’t turn into a stressed mess, thus proving that all this therapy is actually working.