"Hazey days are here again...

Oh help oh help where's my inhaler again... "

this seems to be my daily refrain...

and e last few nights it's evry hr or so.

rt now i feel like a gigantic house has been plonked on my chest

b#B#NB***##**bb stupid ppl burning their paper rt below my front  door, jus discovered why my inhalers not having any effect. bbb***dy infuriating. my whole living room has bn slowly filling with smoke and i cdnt tell! grrrrr ... the flames are over a metre high above e drum and there's a nice little huddle adding fuel to the flames. called e council and they say 'err yes tmw, tq for yr call. ' am off to try breathe better in kay's bedroom. this is ridiculous! cant even have my own home to myself. b***bb***#** "close yr windows ma'm" you think i'd be calling u if my windows were wide open????

aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!