I love tidying and cleaning, I really do, but I've had quite enough of it for today. If Pig makes a mess one more time, why I'll.. I'll, well I suppose I'll clean it up, again.

He's not ill, he's just st00pid.

I haven't a clue how I didn't spot it because I check everywhere when I come home but there's a chair downstairs with another chair on top of it (lack of space) and there were FIVE dollops of poo there, five?!

I've spent the last two hours or so arranging everything so our stuff is more organised, scrubbing the stinky fabric and feeling rather nauseous, it's one of my least favourite smells, yep.

Anyway, it's Friday night and I'm going out, somewhere. The rest can wait until tomorrow, if I have time between my doctors appointment and looking for somewhere to live that is .

I'll stop talking about poo soon, promise. When he stops doing them in the wrong places.