Bad days aren't meant to happen on Saturdays; they're for Mondays or Thursdays or something... not at the weekend. If today had been a smell it would have been ammonia mixed with rotting flesh and off milk. I won't go into details though key moments were- two and a half shopping trips, the absence of money,invisible pants, crowds and queues, another broken umbrella, tears, crowds, anger, puddles, and fatigue. It was just plain wrong all over.
I did spot Ruth-the-big-loud-mouthy-brummy-one-who-lost-to-that-robot-blonde-on-The Apprentice though. I think that was the highlight.
We were planning on going to Edwards in brum tonight, but after the day we've had and some girly stuff preventing the wearing of proper rock gear, we've chosen to stay in. Probably for the best I think.
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Science fact: The curse of such days does not go away until you pass through one sleep cycle.
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