Mine was so much fun. I was late for work because orklet iii took a fancy to a couple of coat hangers and was using them as makeshift weapons, and prising them out of his grubby little fingers after he’d just assaulted orklet ii resulted in a half an hour meltdown. And, while I had two children in tears for pretty much no reason (she wasn’t really hurt, just had a bruised ego) orklet i decided 7am on Monday morning was the ideal time to tell me that the sole had fallen off of his only pair of school shoes and that he needed some. Oh and by the way, mr ork had a bad belly and had completely blocked the toilet before slipping away off to work. So everyone was in tears by 7.10 for various reasons, not least the eye watering smell coming from the bog. Then I managed to spill my first and only coffee of the day all down my front of my cream coloured top. After school I went to pick up my new phone, and got into a row with a woman who was blatantly behind me in the queue but claimed she was there first. Stood my ground and got my way, but then there was a problem with my order and suddenly the world and his dog decided to come in to the shop and there I am, already hated by the woman who thinks I pushed in (I didn’t), and taking up all 3 servers, who were running around trying to work out how I’d managed to crash the computer system while this enormous queue builds up out of the door. I have never felt so universally hated by every stranger within 50 feet as I did at that moment. Then finally, I made my way back to the car park to pick up my car from the valeting service there (I don’t normally indulge but it’s got to be serviced on Friday and I couldn’t bear the thought of them seeing it in the state it was in), and when I got in, i found a bundle of paper on the dash board, which turned out to be the printouts of the year 6 sex ed PowerPoint slides. Which explaines the weird looks I was getting when I went to retrieve my keys. Never have I been so glad to get home and out of harms way. On the plus side, my uncles op to remove his brain tumour seems to have gone well. They think they got all the cancer and he’s awake and knows who he is, why he’s there, can talk and move everything etc. Phew. If I had to have a nightmare day of crappy luck to let him have my share of good fortune, I can’t really complain, can I? So. How are you lot today?