Stumbled out of bed at 5:52am to get ready for work.
Found two dead mice outside my bedroom door courtesy of Caspar, the not-so-friendly cat I am looking after. Decided to deal with them after my shower. [shudder]
Go out to my Little White Holden Nova and discover that some little fockers have broken the passenger side window in order to ransack my glove box, console and ash tray for goodies.
“Ha!”, to them with knobs on, (and a right hook follow through for good measure), for my glove box is known as the cutlery drawer. It contains nothing but napkins, straws and cutlery for my breakfast, lunch or dinners, one of which is generally consumed each day as I drive from one dull activity to the next. (Or, on a more positive note, for the occasional impromptu picnic.) My ashtray contains the turning knob thingy for my window, which broke off when I closed the driver’s side door on my right knee. And the console contains hair ties, sunscreen and anti-bacterial hand gel. (The last of which they stole!)
So could one’s day get any better?
Well it couldn’t get any bloody worse!