Why is it that I go to bed with what I am going to wear to work today all sorted out but then wake to find those clothes have seemingly run away from home?
Why is it that if I leave the house 5 minutes later than usual, (because I’ve been searching for runaways) the trains cease to run at the usual 3 minute rush hour intervals and I have to wait 12 minutes for my first train?
Why is it that on the same day I have to wait 12 minutes for a train I then get stuck behind a broken down one which makes me late for work?
Why is it that *all* the stupid people want to ring my switchboard on the same day. And, why do some of them insist on ringing me more than once, some even three times!!!
Why, oh why, isn’t there any bloody chocolate in this house????
Guess I’ll have to double up on the wine tonight!