Not all days go according to plan

I was supposed to go to KC Superbikes in Carlisle and buy a jacket and a new lid. Fair excited I was but my pal rang to cancel (I'm 100 miles from the shop) 5 minutes before we were to go as his boiler burst. My GF then managed to to talk me into going 60 miles the opposite way to look at her son's new house. Turn up at the house with my face tripping me (as can't be fucked with his control freak wife) to view an empty shell with some boxes. I would rather have stuck wasps up my arse than listen to the whole `social status` climbing drivel. Anyway, I went through the pleasantries and left and decided to have a fish supper as I haven't had one in ages. Greasy, disgusting, congealed muck in a bag. I managed most of the fish but th 4 times re heated chips were even turned down by the gulls.
Got home and my dad called me to say he's broke his arm. Could be worse I suppose. I could have crabs.

Sorry `bout that. Maybe tomorrow.

 

I`m cool now. I`m having a beer.

 

Smilinjack you're right man. A off day to me would have been a dream come true to somebody else.

Reality checks are needed at times.

 

My Scrambler arrives today