Tired and irritable.

Today's post is brought to you by those evil twins tiredness and irritability.

Despite my own personal decision, thus far, to forgo the temptation to see what a mini me would look like in favour of quiet nights (and noisy ones, with booze), and spending all my money on myself, it seems that I can't force my neighbours to feel the same way.

So, at 4:30am this morning, I was awake, listening to the piercing shrieks of someone else's offspring echoing through the paper thin walls of my Victorian terrace. What kind of idiot builds a house where you can't hear someone shout to you from the kitchen when you're in the front room, but every noise from next door is clear as a bell?

The dawning realisation (as I sit here RIGHT NOW listening to more crying) that this is unlikely to be a one off event has given me 3 options.

1) Spend an awful lot more money on alcohol, though I suspect this might lead me to be listening to crying babies with a hangover, which sounds even less fun.

2) Move, which I can't really be bothered with right now. I'd have to pack and I've only just finished UNPACKING from when we moved in 2 years ago.

3) Buy myself some emergency earplugs. Currently this is my most realistic option.

Sooo, can earplugs be cool?

When I was at University I worked for an aviation company that had an earplug dispenser from which I used to steal handfuls of yellow and pink foamy lozenges that looked a little bit like rhubarb and custard sweets. I thought they were pretty cool. But does it get any better?

Well, according to the Ear Plug Shop, it does.

They have a section called "Fashion" Ear plugs, which isn't something I ever dreamed existed. Maybe if I'd been a hellish thumping base nightclub kind of a girl, rather than a get drunk and talk people to death kind of a girl I would have visited this world before, But I haven't.

Personally I'm not entirely convinced by the tassley look. I suspect that my bloated and puffy morning face with these sticking out of my ears might run a high risk of being mistaken for a scatter cushion.



These cute marbled ones are a little more to my tastes, though green and blue looks a bit mouldy and no ones husband deserves to turn over in the middle of the night and think their wife has stuffed blue cheese in her ears.

Pink and purple look less likely to result in my husband calling the psychiatric services in the middle of the night.

To be honest the thought of ear plugs freaks me out a bit, as I do worry that my house could burn down around me whilst I dozed in a state of blissful ignorance wondering if I should get up and turn down the heating.

But Retro Chick is, today, a very grumpy girl (OK, I'm pretty grumpy most days, but today I'm tired as well) all other suggestions greatly appreciated!