Could be the weather.
Could be hormonal.
Could be that I've run out of chocolate.
Could be the fact I've had 2 kids and an adult child off all week getting under my feet and asking what's to eat.
Could be that I tried to book my usual 10am Tesco delivery slot for tomorrow and the earliest I can get is Wednesday. (So the answer to their question from now on will be "fuck all I'm afraid.")
Could be cos the fecking bike is STILL in the dining room.
Could be just my miserable personality.
Who knows.
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