Proper rotten day.

Lousy morning at work.
Loads of first aid.

Went to my fed-up friends for lunch.
Failed at trying to cheer her up.

Came home and tried to retrieve the toilet freshener basket that had accidentally been flushed on Friday.
We hadn't used that loo all weekend.
It would seem visitors had.

Two and a half hours later, a lot of gipping and a fair amount of tears later, I had cleared it enough to call the plumber.
Who came and sorted it.

I want to wake up tomorrow, now.
Post hol slump?

Or just a lousy, rotten shitty day.