zoetinez:
I have off today, but here I am with first world problem after first world problem. First, I got landed with the neighbour’s kids for the afternoon, so I took them to Asda to pick up one of those £20 inflatable pools, but they were sold out so I had to settle for a smaller £12 one. That’s two injustices already. Anyway, got home and realised it doesn’t come with a pump, and apparently our foot pump is broken, so I’m having to blow the fucking thing up with a bike bump. Third injustice. Then comes the other neighbour peering over the fence and saying, “You need a foot pump for that.”
Thanks, Susan, that’s really fucking helpful, if only I’d thought of that.
If anyone feels like bringing over a foot pump and inflating this shitty pool for me, do it. Not that the sun’s even out anymore. The kids have been crying for about two hours now. I need this pool up, I need to shut them up.
You’re in luck, I got a foot pump and I can always help you out with the kids if you need it?














