I am heartily sick of the building works and the time it is taking. And the fact that if I wanted a job done incompetently, I could do it myself.
And the fact that when I went out for a hearty meal to console myself, it became overeating and full-gut ache. Where have life's simple pleasures all gone?
[Later — It turned out to be a stomach upset of some sort, that left me flat on my back for a couple of days, except when having to charge downstairs to the one functioning loo…]