Sick as a chip.

As we say in North East England, I'm sick as a chip.
I am heartily sick of the weather, the constant stream of people traipsing through the house, the phone calls from people ignoring the telephone preference service and trying to sell me stuff I don't want.
I wish the offer for the house I was promised on Saturday would come forth so that I can accept it and get moving. I just want to pack the whole thing in and go away to write and blog.
I feel unsupported and daunted by the whole thing. Aargh!
Rant over.