Biblical rain, boyfriend lost my hat yesterday, hair is now curly, man-made boots are sodden, buses are shafted, monthly travel card ten quid more expensive than last month and I see no improvement to the service, trod in a pulped pile of Metro newspapers outside Old Street station, right foot now saturated more than left, giant spider hanging on stairwell ceiling at work made me shriek, upgrading my phone took 40 minutes (how many more times do I have to tell people that ‘s.i.o.b.h.a.n’ says ‘shivorn’?), new phone can’t be delivered to my office because it’s a band 6 (WTF?), customer service leaving a note for the delivery driver to deliver it to my house after 7pm, but they can’t be certain delivery driver will read the note, I have been given two numbers to call in case I don’t receive my shiny new Nexus.
Shit happens I guess.
It’s only 11.05am.









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