Friday, April 13, 2007

Oh, cross now!

I hate being cross, it makes me cross. Just had one of those days when it feels like you're wearing a coat of negativity.

1. The cat is sick - I stand in it with a bare foot.
2. A pair of blue shorts escapes into the white washing.
3. Late for work I fall over trying to get me drawers on and bash me knee.
4. The car takes on a 'Christine' type persona and locks me out. Have to sneak in the passenger door to fool it.
5. Making cakes with children at work and find some twat has pinched all the sugar and not replaced it.
6. Run to supermarket where I am attacked by a trolley in the back of the ankle. I refrain from headbutting my attacker as she has a scary child who is chewing the trolley handle with her gums.
7. Make cakes and then burn them. Cover with chocolate that behaves strangely in the microwave - coming out harder than it went in.
8. Workman sets alarm off and I can't find reset procedure - answer 5 calls from police ( an hour later? Well, thanks).
9. Come home to find dishes up to ceiling and lazy Feckers still in bed and a note saying that we are out of milk.
10. Attempt to lie down in darkened room but mad mowing maniac next door has other ideas.

Will try to complete my day without more mishaps. Surely I have had my fill of Friday the bloody 13th? Trying to smile now - through gritted teeth.


Newmania said...

You still peeved with me then ? I rather liked your poem reminded me of
Donne and I could swear I last came across the phrase Little death in Metaphysical poetry if it wasn’t` Dune.. ahem. There are some similar ideas I thought but contrasts to . I like the way you combine narrative and thematic and emotional elements in the last image of the still warm bed. Its a cruel if comic echo of the departed lover , the warmth of his memory in you and even the soul’s imprint expanded meanings being in contrast to the concrete domesticity of the story and physical experience Terrific line .
Not quite sure what you are out to with your rhymes . The thing to be wary of is of going a bit Ogden Nash but it seems to work when you read it.

( Bits )

BUSY old fool, unruly Sun,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows, and through curtains, call on us ?
Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run ?
Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide
Late school-boys and sour prentices,
Go tell court-huntsmen that the king will ride,
Call country ants to harvest offices ;
Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime,
Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
To warm the world, that's done in warming us.
Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere ;
This bed thy center is, these walls thy sphere.


Anonymous said...

Don't be mad with Mr N anymore- he didn't mean to annoy... Your Friday went terrible didn't it?Are you sure the microwave was not a small fridge? That occurs to me as possible.

On a brighter note at least now you can seriously think about getting rid of the cat and the lazy feckers!

Meloney Lemon said...

Law Of Averages means that if many troublesome incidents occur in one day, none will happen for ages afterwards. Yippee!

Unknown said...

Love the word 'peeved' but am not using it in your direction Mr Mania. I am not prone to peeve.

Friday was mildly irritating Mut, but at least I was not attacked by Werthers Original's!

That's good Meloney, but why does Sod's Law wake you up at 5.30am on a Saturday?

Debi said...

How's the cat?

Unknown said...

Alive. Just.

Unknown said...

Shoot the cat, feed the brats cat food, job done.

Roberta said...

What an absolutely perfect and delightful picture you have attached.

Friday the 13th is a rough one, but sometimes Monday the 16th can be rougher!

Thanks for the grins!

The Moon Topples said...

I really, really, really love that image for this post. Just perfect.

Marie said...

Hope the cat is better.

Unknown said...

John G - simple solutions are the best!

Roberta and Moon - I have this picture above my desk at work. I like to think it gives people the wrong impression!
(Roberta - all good blessings for Monday, I will be willing that job your way)

Marie - the cat was not sickly sick - he has gorged himself on wildlife. Them bones don't go down so well.