Must be true, been cursed, and cursing, all day.
It started with the car this morning. The Twat Magnet was blaring and attracting all sorts of undesirables one of which only missed my bumper thing by a matter of milli-inches.
Once at work I found that some twonk had spilt coffee all over my profiles that had taken me three weeks and my early morning blog check was thwarted by the builders putting a drill through the connection. Not happy and it's only 8pm!
Hearing aids blighted the rest of my morning and the only bright spot was this:
Minx - 'I'm taking out your aids, they need cleaning.'
A (aged 4) - 'What say?'
M - 'Your aids need cleaning, I'm taking them out.'
A - 'Eh, what say?'
M - 'YOUR AIDS, CLEANING.'
A - 'What? Can't hear you, you've taken off my aids.'
Then someone sat on my sandwich at lunchtime - not funny, I like my food and had to eat a 'bummed' egg and tomato pancake.
This afternoon we discovered that the heating was still on (that's county policy for you, melt them in summer, freeze their balls off in winter) and the room hit about 99 degrees, kids were dropping like flies! Terrible mess.
Got home to find that the dog had pooed in the kitchen (old age), there was no milk, blogger had just died with no warning and I couldn't write a bean on the novel because I'd lost the will to live.
A dose of Big Brother made me feel so normal and I think that I shall just have to write into the night because I dare not go to sleep!!