What kind of feckin’ day is today, have I upset the gods or stood on the toes of vengeful Trump ? Removed tiles from the bathroom and half the plaster came away as well. Off to the tip envisaging two or three hours plastering on my return, nope the car battery is completely flat or buggered. Dropped the spanner, looked at the tyre, need a new one, probably just within legal limit, always change in two’s , so need two. Fuck me the rear nearside is feckin’ flat, slow puncture methinks (don’t trust puncture repairs ) so that’s three new tyres, nope change them in pairs and will need them changed in about six months anyway,so that’s fucking four.
Ye gods I’m pissed off, sciatica’s playing up, banging head and the dogs looking at me either thinking soft cunt or take me for a walk. Did I mention I’m pissed off ?
A fucking bathroom to plaster
Probably a new car battery needed
Four new tyres required
and I haven’t checked the spare in the boot.
Fuckity, fuckity fuck fuck… Probably £400 up the Swanny