Any Blip In A Storm

As The Mamas & The Papas sang "Monday, Monday, so good to me".  That type of Monday would be terrific.  That type of Monday never shows up here.

My standard type of Monday is the friend who says he can fix washing machines, when he attempts repair to your washing machine.  He takes it apart, manages slice one of the hoses and when it's pouring water all over your laundry room, he'll turn to you and says "You'll need an engineer to fix that.  Cheerio."

That's my Mondays.

Exhausting and throw in travelling on the bus (Wiesbaden has an extensive selection of pot-holes and badly maintained roads) - it's not a great way to spend an hour when it's 30°C and you have a knackered back.