Published on 12, July, 2020
I had a pi$$y morning.
My Artist friend missed calls from a guy who was coming to sort out his drains. I had to head over to his to sort out his appointment.
Then, I headed to another friend's place. He was meant to square me up, as I booked an MOT for him. His mum was there, and I asked for the money. She was aghast, still grieving her dog. But I'm trying to make it up with him.
While I was away, the plumber arrived with the bill for the Hot Press repair. Again, I have to wait for him to contact me, again.
I agree with you hell is other people, my worst nightmare would be a cruise, being trapped at sea with herds of others and people wanting me to "enjoy myself" by doing things I detest.
<shudders>