It took me half hour to get through the door.
I'm sorry I had to whine about my leg, but it makes me feel better whining.
It's a bit like when I'm going to be sick.
I'm like, I'm going to be sick, I'm going to be sick, I'm going to be sick.
I'm one of them people.
Until I'm actually sick.
I'm going to have to take painkillers now after that.
I feel quite light headed tonight.
I'm dizzy.
But I need to get my HB checked, I think.
Anyway, we've done well.
Some of them still need to be sorted into actual rails of sizes.
A lot of them got size cubes on.
These got to be hung up.
Got to decorate, got to clean the windows.
For some idiot who's centering them.
None of my previous owners.
We'll build two ramps.
Sort the doors out because I can't keep having them sticking like that.
If you come past tonight and see me lying down in the shop, don't panic.
It's because I feel really dizzy.
I don't know what's happened.
I don't know why I feel like this.
I've been sat down most of the day because I went well.
And then I've just got up to do some stuff.
And I feel dizzy.
I'm desperate to get a painting.
And I just can't motivate myself to do it, you know.
Yeah, they know, I'm sure.
