Stepdad diagnosed with lung cancer (never smoked) as we arrived home from holiday.
3 days later he was admitted to hospital rapidly deteriorating.
Another day later my wonderful supportive DP was called back to sea.
Vomiting bug leading into my birthday a few days after that,
Back to work for me a few days after that.
My poor dog then slipped a disk that day and now can't walk and needs to be crated for 6-8 weeks. Emergency vet fees.
My pay was wrong again, fourth month in a row. So skint with a big £400 vet bill.
Ordered our wedding invites. They all had a misprint on them.
Coupled with my older teen being vile towards me.
My car was also hit today,
So January can indeed fuck right off