Today has been very much “one of those days”, where everything seems to conspire against you in every conceivable way. Just because this is my website, and I can write what I like, here’s a concise summary of all that has gone wrong with my day:
- Felt shit this morning. Probably all those Celtic fans who were squeezed into Babbity Bowsters last night. One of them was bound to have something transmittable.
- Had to do some brushing and cleaning ahead of the wood fitters arriving.
- Wood fitters phoned to say they’d be late. “An hour or so” they said.
- Two hours later, wood fitters haven’t shown up
- Wood fitters call to say they can’t come. Will be here on Tuesday they assure me. Bugger all I can do.
- Realise it’ll be tight scheduling to get our sofa’s delivered before Easter.
- Push that bloody extractor fan we still have back into it’s hiding place, and knock the phone socket out
- Internet connection down for half an hour. Worried I’d screwed up an iptables config change I was making before doing the cleaning.
- Phone socket was broken, not just loose. Bugger. Spend half an hour fixing to get back online.
- Almost super glued my finger to phone connector whilst trying to fix things.
- My foot is hurting. I’ll save you the detail, as it’s nasty, but suffice to say using the ladder to the attic hurts, and I’ve been up and down it incessantly today.
- ISP get’s DOS’d, so no e-mail at all.
- ISP also hosts a customer’s servers, so not able to do anything there until fixed
- Get my quarterly VAT form in the post.
- Corporation tax is due. Which means a big cheque to the Inland Revenue needs to be written. Have known about this for months, but it’s due soon and I need to send it off to pay for more small countries to be invaded, religious nut jobs to get state funding to hoodwink kids into thinking all sorts of nonsense about invisible sky fairies, and for them to waste money on all sorts of other things like ID Cards and state funding of political parties (talk about encouraging them).
- Income tax/NI payment is due. Bah.
- I’ve not been paid by any of my customers for my work in February, and am starting to feel a mite pissed off at the whole bloody thing. “Payment within 30 days” on every invoice seems to hit some universal blind spot on the part of accountants and finance department bods.
- Go out for a coffee and lunch, here horrible story from Paul of job agency muppets losing him a job offer by merit of their indiscretion and incompetence. Sadly it doesn’t surprise me having had to deal with them on too many occasions myself.
- Milk gets spilt over the table when our coffee turns up. Decided not to cry over it, despite feelings to do so.
- Customer calls to say e-mail to me has bounced, which I can do nothing about, as my ISP is under a DOS.
- H5N1 is confirmed on the east coast, about 50 miles from here, which means no hope of anything resembling important news on the, well, news tonight. It’s hysteria all the way now.
- I feel all gloomy, but strangely relieved, as a result of writing this moan.
So, if anybody can think of some way of cheering me up that doesn’t involve going to the pub, I’m all ears. Or tell me your day has been a whole lot better (or worse) than mine, but it would really require hospitals or the police to qualify as worse I’d suggest.

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April 6th, 2006 at 5:13 pm
[...] OK, so today has been a bit pants, but the one thing that almost always cheers me up is recalling our three month trip. What’s scary is it’s now over two years ago since we left these shores. Indeed, two years ago we were admiring the Cherry Blossom in Japan. [...]
April 7th, 2006 at 12:18 pm
Oh Dear me what a sad day for you, but it will pass.
Me, I am moaning because since 30th January I have been housebound and bedbound for five of those weeks, and the only trips out, have been to the hospital to have plaster removed, foot examined, plaster replaced, dealing with people who get dates, times, send transport on wrong days etc.
But last week I was finally able to walk with a zimmer to the car and the car was big enough to take the zimmer frame -which don’t collapse for transport, can somebody invent one please - and get to the pub for a lunch
But yes the 6 April was better, because I only have 7 more days before, all being well, the plaster will finaly come off, the operation will have been a success and I will be able to start physiotherapy and walk again pain free.
Can’t do anything about a Police story.
I do hope this missive has cheered you up - but I doubt it. The old adage ‘Think how worse somebody else is off’, just does not do it for me.
April 7th, 2006 at 9:44 pm
omigod, Paul lost a job offer? And who are you calling a religious nut?
>:-O
Just kidding. Sorry for you really. Never mind, think of all the lovely wall painting you can do under pressure now the floor is late!
(And we don’t want to see rude words on those walls either)
April 8th, 2006 at 11:46 am
Oh, did I really moan that much!!!!!!
Sorry.
April 9th, 2006 at 4:33 pm
I’m glad I realise that your first comment about the Celtic supporters was really a point about a crowd of people encroaching on your space, rather than a point about any particular football team. Otherwise I would have been quite offended!
April 13th, 2006 at 6:10 pm
[...] Yes, dear reader, it started badly (as I’m beginning to get used to days doing, also here), in that the water was turned off on shawmoss road, just before I could shower and shave. Now, you could argue that it was better the water got turned off before I got in the shower and got into a half-lathered state. But I needed that shower to wake me. [...]