It's Been That Sort of Day

Plans made seemed lost.

It all got on top of me. Many things went wrong.

Curiously, the thing that made me finally cry was when Charlie stole Al's school sweatshirt, warm out of the dryer and ready to wear. He took it to the bottom of the garden, dragged it through a puddle, covered it in paw prints and left it.

Talk about the dog ate my homework.