“Plans” as per Mario’s hectic schedule:
- wake up after sleeping for 3.5 hours because your bedroom reeks like a perfume house and you’ve got a Christmas tree 2cm from your face with the lights set to “eccies rave” mode
- scream at Derek, kick Rayn, film yourself walking from the bedroom to the bathroom while waving at yourself in the mirra
- IBS explosion in the tiny toilet thanks to yesterday’s abysmal food choices
- change bedsheets for the 45th time this month (IBS explosion most likely to blame)
- start “deep cleaning” eg hoover around everything and use the pube handheld hoover to clean the kitchen
- complain on stories about how you’re tired / it’s cold / windy / rainy / dark (delete as required) and how you’ve gutted the hoos and are gonna have a chill and cosy day
- after a few hours of being cooped up, you need “fresh air” aka a trip to Paisley town centre for B&M, Home Bargains, The Range, Poundland, etc to spend £100+ on tat
- swing by the closest takeaway on the way hame for more IBS explosion fun
Aye….. some laugh. My 8 year old nephew has more “plans” than Mario!