My partner has gone away with work for a week.
My car brakes failed this morning which has resulted in a £500 car bill.
I've been prescribed anti depressants by the doctor which is actually long overdue (I've been denying them for too long).
Looks like my daughter has impetigo so I won't be able to go to work this week or the job interview I had lined up for Wednesday.
I dropped a jar of jam of the kitchen floor, and I lost the kids tea (packet of fish fingers) between the supermarket and my front door.
I cannot wait for bed time.
Rant over. Wine time.