To quote Blackadder:
"The path of my life is strewn with cowpats from the devil's own satanic herd."
Having just got over five days in bed with swollen glands and a temperature that reached 39.3, I returned to work this week.
I just wanted a quiet, easy week to get back on my feet.
But no, on Thursday a parent managed to smash my wing mirror whilst my car was parked in the school car park.
She did leave her number and when I phoned her to arrange a repair she kept saying how annoyed she was, but it's me that has the inconvenience of driving on a motorway twice a day with a smashed mirror (not easy), had to go to the garage today to get a quote to replace it (£354) and have to wait while she decides whether to go through her insurance or just pay, then I have to get it repaired.
Better put my wellies on.
You know, for the cowpats!