It’s 11am and my 3 bad things have happened.
Next doors cat pooed on the door mat. I recieved a parking ticket from the delightful London borough of Croydon .Dropped the beers.The house now smells like a cross between a brewery and Battersea Cats Home.
In the grand scheme of things it doesn’t really matter ,it just pushes you down the rung of the ladder you’ve just climbed up.