When you are setting an alarm that begins with the digits 05, you kinda think it's not going to be your best of days.
When you're are driving 90 odd miles north to Skegness at the end of November, you have a notion it's not going to be your best of days.
When someone hits your borrowed car from behind, you officially know
When your neck aches and bizarrely your tooth really hurts and you still have to drive another 80 miles, you are really getting the message
When you spend 2 hours on the phone to insurance companies and brokers and accident repair people and the people who's car you have borrowed, you have got the point loud and clear thank you very much.
When you receive not just 1 but 2 calls from personal injury people, wanting you to sue the poor person who bumped you, you get a tad tetchy
When you have to cancel your trip to see "Wicked" at the theatre because it's taken all too long to sort out and you just don't feel in a going out sort of mood, you feel crap, because you know you are disappointing your Beautiful Baby Daughter, who was really looking forward to a trip to London and a show and some mummy time
When it is time to kiss the day goodbye, you are so very, very glad that it's over
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Thursday, 1 December 2011
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