Totally fed up

Nothing worth mentioning happened. I've just had enough of licking the dratted flat day in, day out. Carpet cleaner guy's coming tomorrow at 8am, sharp, so we've been packing today to make room for him. I'm fed up with packing. I'm fed up with cleaning. It's been three months - including the renovation - that I've hardly done anything else, save for last Friday when my friends were here.

I'm this close to beginning to hate my home.