It's raining, it's pouring

I dunno, some days just seem to up and beat the living crap outa ya for something to do.

I didn't have a good day, I was feeling pretty shitty and not up to much. I have a house awaiting some serious cleaning but all I could manage was to take the bathroom carpet out and scrub it with the hose. I have a garden awaiting my attention, but all I could manage was to watch the Pirate attack the back lawn with a rake and fetch his beer. I have a mountain of washing needs folding, but all I could manage was to throw another load in the machine. I have 3 PCs awaiting my tender ministrations on the lounge floor, and all I could manage was to diagnose one fucked power supply unit on my sister's broken toy. And the man she bought this still-under-warranty piece of crap off is away on holiday and "will re-open sometime in January - the exact date will depend on how sunny it is :) "

What an unprofessional fucking cowboy. I hope it rains for 3 weeks solid in Canterbury - starting 30 minutes ago.

Now, I don't have a car because A. the Corolla's WOF ran out last week and I didn't think it was particularly necessary to get one in a hurry because no one needs to use it right now and B. my fucking Primera has stuck valves again, almost 8 months to the day since it happened last time.

And all I wanted to do was go out tonight and buy ciggies.

I'm playing "wait and see" as to whether we actually get to Thames now. It rather depends whether the old boy's plan of valve attack works tomorrow...

NYR for today:
5. Learn patience.

Pretty bloody relevant tonight, eh. *sigh*

PS - yeah, yeah, I know... the car crapped out tonight, at home instead of up in Thames on a public holiday where my choices would be much more limited. Yes I know, yes I am grateful, all of that, but couldn't it just not fucking happen in the first place? Wouldn't that be, like, easier?

Someone's trying to tell me something...