A day for screaming...

Good grief! It was hard work in McDonalds this morning! Serves me right for asking for a muffin as well as tea. I could see the lights in the eyes flicker and could hear the sound of the cogs going round. She shuffled towards me and said 'Whaaat?'
I repeated my request for a tea and an egg muffin. She looked at me blankly for a minute before asking 'Do you want a sausage?' I know I look like I could do with a sausage but really! I told her no and gave my order again. I felt like screaming with frustration when I finally got the right thing and went with indigestion from virtually swallowing my muffin whole going up to the council house.

It was a steady day at work. Nothing wild happened. I'd started a senior officer payment report, ordered rail tickets for the boss to go to a meeting in London on Monday, killed off a few people and set up a couple of new starters. It was really stuffy in the office today and I had a rotten headache by lunchtime. I headed out into the wintery air and after wandering round the graveyard for half an hour looking for inspiration, I wandered through the crowds of students coming into the town centre from the sixth form college as I went into Brueton Park. I spied a squirrel scampering around in the low branches of this old tree I took a picture of before I sat on a bench reflecting on how things had changed since I'd sat on that same bench in the late spring.

I'd been out a little longer then I intended and hurried back to the office for a short afternoon.

I fell asleep on the settee for an hour when I got in. Still feeling headachy, I put the oven on and went to sort some rubbish out for the bins. Horror of horrors, I knocked a half full tub of mealworms off the top of the tumble dryer and Sod's Law it landed upside down, the lid coming off and the horrible things went everywhere! The stench of them is horrible normally, but it was beyond belief in the steamy warmth from the tumble dryer which had been chugging away full of towels for half an hour. Yuck! I had to get a big brush and try to sweep them all out the back door. The birds will have a lovely morning. As for me, I even found a couple of crunchy mealworms in my slippers. They've gotten everywhere!

That really cheered me up no end when I realised I'd set the washing machine going on the wool cycle without my jumpers in it which were still on the side! AAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHH! I was in no mood at all for my burnt pork chop and black, rock hard jacket spud at that stage and slung the lot out in favour of a bowl of cornflakes. There endeth woeful Wednesday.

Track? I couldn't think of one called '@&!!!%###^ **++======$$$$$$' so have decided on one of my favourites from The Stones - Miss You