Despite a Saturday where I floated aimlessly like a tumbleweed in the retail wasteland of Bradford city centre. Pondering mournfully about how I had managed to (a) end up here at all (b) still be here & procreated in the process (c) done absolutely nothing useful with my life thus far (d) scared off every man I have ever had a relationship with by my general demeanour, propensity for melancholy & mannish features (f) emotionally scarred my own brother so much that he refuses to introduce his new girlfriend to me because (and I quote) “It’s too embarrassing” – I did, as it goes, not have too bad a weekend.
I thought I was having some kind of aneurism on Saturday night when my head felt as though 1000 elastic bands were being wrapped around my brain from the inside of my skull.
Turns out I just needed a good nights sleep. (Either that or the end is imminent and the aneurism is so far along now that I can’t feel a thing).
Don’t think I offended or upset anyone at work today, which is always a bonus.
I then got home to the excitement of seeing that my new toy had arrived. A beginners ukulele no less. Oh yes!
Joy turned to cries of “WTF?” and “Holy shit why does everything I touch turn to crap?” when I removed it reverently from the box to find this…
You are not telling me that this instrument wasn’t already damaged before it got wrapped in bubble wrap and boxed up. I’ve lost faith a little with the Post Office lately but really? I think the blame with this lies in the hands of the supplier.
#FFS! A replacement is on it’s way apparently. Can’t wait to see what that looks like!
My iron decided to turn itself into a smoking gun on Sunday aswell while I was ironing Bman’s work shirt of course, which now has a beautiful brown collar.
So I’ve had to order another one. After the last debacle barely a year ago when I bought a new iron, I dread to think how that will turn out. Watch this space!
Customer Service is not what it used to be. If I was in UKIP I’d be blaming Gays or Asians for it but truth be told I think we are all to blame for being as crap as one another.
I’m telling you, standards began to slip with the ban on being able to tell kids off properly in school and when we stopped half day closing on Wednesdays.
Hats, stockings and ties that’s what we need to bring back – and for Christ’s sake stop going to the damn store in your PJs.
I’m going to have a gin and tonic now and raise a glass to that poor teacher who went to work after 40 years in the job and didn’t get home today. A shocking Monday news story that touched me deeply because it’s local and not the kind of thing you expect in our line of work. Another sign of the World we live in now and the one I am sometimes sorry I brought life into. It’s come to something when teaching staff mentally (and in some places, literally) practice evacuation or lockdown drills for if some nutter decides to go Tonto. It’ll be Kevlar vests next.