1) Too may things malfunctioning.
2) Too many people not doing what they’re supposed to do or what they said they’d do.
3) Too many Help facilities being thick as a brick and distinguished only by the extent to which they can manage to be unhelpful.
4) Too many people ignoring me.
So, if I don’t get...
1) Well and truly plastered, or
2) Rescued by somebody with legs (men excluded)
...Ill be going to bed in a bloody bad mood.
2 comments:
And did you get rescued?
We all have days like this. It's refreshing to read about.
Nope. I'm beyond rescue. Being legless is my lot, getting legless my lifeline.
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