Why is it that the only way I can stop the kids from shouting at each other today is by shouting at them?
Why is it that when I tell them off for randomly stopping in the supermarket in case they get hit by a trolley, some grumpy old man catapults me in to the toiley roll aisle with his trolley?
Why is is that as soon as I get paid, the gorgeous handbag I’ve had my eye on in town is now nowhere to be found?
Why do the postman and the courier manage to come in the ten minutes that I’m at the shop buying milk for all the cups of tea I anticipate drinking whilSt spending the day waiting in for said postman and courier?
All I can say is
THANK GOODNESS IT’S FRIDAY
