In the words of the great Supertramp - what a day, a year, a life its been.
Monday, our car is fracked and we get screwed for £300 from the garage. Wednesday, the tap won't turn off and the (quite nice ) plummer charges £230 for his trouble. And yesterday, we find out we have lost our potential and dream house for good! (3 toilets!).
What is it with this ill-fortune? I try to be good and God-fearing and that. Why is the world punishing me like this?
Ironically our third buyer (!) has a survey booked for Monday. Well, he needn't rush now, need he??
Hoovering the bloody carpet then I'm off out to get a double strength cappucinno and a pack of triple strength fags! Anyone wanna join me? I'll be at the park bench in about an hour!
Anyone see that Pyschoville last night?