You know when you have one of those days where you wish you could just crawl back under the duvet and forget about everything and try again tomorrow? A grrr day?
Well I've had one of those weeks. A grrr week.
On Monday, during a rare break in the rain, I left the back door open. When I opened the front door to the postman it blew shut, smashing the glass all over the floor. Queue cut feet and fingers (mine) and endless phone calls to the insurance company.
On Tuesday we discovered we have mould in the kitchen. Given the kitchen was only fitted two summers ago this is not great news. The mould is all over the external wall and it looks like a drainpipe needs replacing.
On Wednesday I realised the tumble dryer door had broken. It still works but the door won't stay shut (is this dangerous?) It's no longer under guarantee and the manufacturers quoted me £150 to come and fix it (um... the price of a new dryer?!)
And yesterday I managed to knock a bottle of favourite perfume on the floor, smashing the glass everywhere. Queue cut feet (again).
But then a friend told me she has Breast Cancer. We have boys the same age, she is just a year older than me. She has shaved her hair in prep for the chemo and told me cancer 'wouldn't dare' take her on, the mood she's in.
Now that puts everything in perspective.