Bad day
Blam!
The alarm shocks you from blissful slumber to bleary eyed consciousness. Clinging at the desperate belief that, somehow, an extra 60 seconds in bed will make all the difference you delay the inevitable as long as you can. Eventually, resigned to your fate, you can put it off no longer. Trying to peel your eyes open you stumble into the bathroom trying to work out how, after 8 hours sleep, you’re more tired than when you went to bed.
Ablutions done and with the shower having had very little effect you head downstairs to prepare breakfast and lunch only to discover you’ve left the fridge open all night and nothing is cold anymore. Spreading half melted butter on your sandwich you contemplate toast for breakfast instead of cereal with warm milk, but no, you decide to be good.
Taking the cereal out of the cupboard in it’s plastic container you tip it upside down like you do every day to mix the large and small bits together but somehow today you’ve completely failed to hold onto the lid and there is now half a box of Alpen strewn over the work surface and floor. With a sigh you retrieve the dustpan and bush and tidy up before retiring to eat breakfast.
Having to clean up the mess has made you late. You have to rush your tea and head out the door to go to work. The Zozo is off today and you don’t want to go. You want to stay home with her. As you head to the station wondering what else is going to go wrong today the rain pipes up: “Remember me?” it says, “and you don’t have your big brolly with you either, what a shame!”
Cue a short, sharp cloudburst.
You can solve one of these problems by getting a fridge that tells you – loudly – when you’ve left the door open.
And a fridge that will close when bottles are put in sitting fr front to back. Other things that need attention first… like the roof :S