I started the day by showering and putting my undies on the wrong way round. I was told by my wife that I should have left them as it was bad luck to change them round, but I don't believe in 'luck', it felt weird and so I changed them to face the correct direction.
Big mistake.
As a direct and scientific result of this I had a pretty shitty morning in work. I kept breaking stuff without even trying. The more I tried to help, the worse it got. I tried to explain my underpant predicament but no one was listening.
By lunchtime the shit storm I'd created had died down and I was volunteered to stand in the car park like a knobhead, holding a bucket to collect money in for the girls doing a sponsored "Zumba". No, I'm not sure either. I held out for 15 minutes (it seemed like forever) and then I was relieved by Kate.
Later on I entered a raffle, assuming that karma would catch up with me and I'd win. I didn't. Perhaps I was a little arrogant only buying 1 ticket...
We came home via (the) ASDA for some spuds that we forgot yesterday and some beers for me and I prepared a plate of lovely fish, chips and mushy peas for me and the wife.
She's in the bath at the moment, having a proper soak as her back is sore. I'm going to sup a beer or two and maybe watch a film, maybe play some CODBO.
This evening I've mostly been listening to Gene Harris (thanks to Howard).
This post is longer than I'd like without a photo, but the girls wouldn't permit photography.
Sorry.
