You know what I mean .... everything that could go wrong, did go wrong. In the UK we call it 'Sod's Law', although I don't know who Sod is, or why his parent's chose to call him that. Or why he had a law named after him. What I do know, is that I have always fancied having a dog called Sod.
It's because you can talk to strangers and say things like, "that's my little Sod over there." Except that I wouldn't say that to old people here (in my small village), because they think that words like 'sod' and 'bloody' are swearing.
I know that from personal experience, because I once said to my elderly neighbour; "avoid the bloody dobbin in that field over there, because it's got murderous bastard hooves." the minute I said it, I knew I had done wrong. She clasped her hand over her mouth, her eyes widened, and I could almost see the ticker-tape flashing in front of her retina on repeat; ... harlot .....harlot ..... harlot.
That's the countryside for you. It's so .... ummmmm .... genteel. When I lived in London, 'fuck' was a punctuation mark. And no one would have batted an eyelid if I had run around the streets naked. Not that I would mind you, I specifically bought a car so I didn't have to run anywhere.
Bloody hell, I am the queen of digression today. Back to the crap week ..... If you are my friend on Facebook (and if you aren't, why not?!), you will know that things haven't gone to plan, namely:
1. I spilt a litre of milk in my kitchen. And I can safely say that a litre of liquid goes for miles if you drop it in such a way that the plastic bottle explodes (with the liquid going under the cooker, fridge, sideboard and units)
2. I nearly totalled my car when a lorry slammed on the brakes in front of me. In utter horror, I shouted, "I say, Sir! That manoeuvre was terribly dangerous!" ... or words similar to that but maybe containing more 'Fs'.
3. I had an appointment with the Dentist from the film 'Marathon Man'. She managed to stick a pointy probe in every single sensitive, nerve-tingling orifice
Vid.No.1 This was what my Dentist appointment was like .... a bit (thanks to my mate Andy Brierley for the link)
As you can see, the week started out pretty badly. So I breathed a huge sigh of relief when I finally got home yesterday evening.
I was just about to go inside and relax, when I happened to notice that I had a properly flat tyre on my car. Sacre bleu (mark 2) - had I been bad in a previous life?
So instead of chilling out at home, I had to make a mad dash to the Wheatley Tyre Centre, (I had to put a link in because they are so bloody friendly), where they concluded that the whole tyre was completely knackered because I had driven on it whilst flat. Sacre bleu to the power ten!
Pic.No.1 As you can see, my front tyre has been replaced with spare tyre .... and it is ugly
So dahlink, have you had any challenges this week? And what have you been up to?