Monday the 17th of March can f*** right off.
Mondays are typically the crappest day of the week being post-weekend and 5 working days away from ‘the collective’, when one becomes a free man (or woman) for 63 hours.
Today was no exception. I had every intention to start it off well, well it didn’t and went well downhill from there. Went to the post office three times to get my daughters passport checked and renewed, and three times they spotted another full stop out place each time I went. Ridiculous really.
So I decided to wrap Monday up in bog paper and flush it down the lavatory, with a plan to kick some serious ass on Tuesday.
Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling…