Have had a really accident filled day.

sorry about your bad day,havea sit down,chill out and count to 100,if that not work,find a remote place and scream,you should start to unwind a bit then,and things will not seem so bad,hope tommorrow is a better day for you

Duvet Day tomorrow?

I thought i had a bad day, I've been stung by a wasp..TWICE. Dropped my cup of coffee, and just before i got in the bath, I realised i'd ran all the hot water off.....grrrrrrr. But your day sound's a lot worse than mine, at the moment i'm half way down a bottle of yummy red wine and a big bag of nut's...sod the bath!!!!!

Hmmmmm... My remedy for a day like that would be Rage Against the Machine - 'Killing in the Name Of..' on the stereo extremely loud, joining in (probably tunelessly) with the best bits. And maybe try throwing a handful of salt over your left shoulder? (Only do check there's no-one behind you )

Seriously though, that sounds like a really rotten day, and I really hope you've got a lot of bad luck out of the way in one go so that you only get good luck for ages and ages... Buy a lottery ticket tomorrow

Fart and the whole world feels better.

Well, that's not strictly true, but you might - speshlly if you've a bread belly.

Some say 'think it a bad day and it will be' ........tosh!!!
I say 'sometimes you are just a passenger not the engine driver' sat there watching the whole messy day unfurl before you and there is nothing you can do about it - you are not the engine driver, you cant divert this days train! try and put on a brave smile, but just write the day off as a bad one and move on! No harm will come if you don't push to turn the bad one into a good one, and often you just get mad trying to.
These crazy bad days happen to us all, and you have had a really nasty one- I hope the next few days come good for you.

Poor you, what a day!! I hope today proves to be better for you, heck, it couldn't be any worst could it.

I going to tell you a little story now,

Back in the July of 2007, I was sat at my desk working, when my boss' brother walked in with a face like thunder. 'Who owns the green MGF in the car park?' He'd reversed into it with his big American style pick-up truck. Later that same day, I got a call from my OH to say that my dad had been rushed into hospital with breathing difficulties. 'Well that's two things' I said to the office in general, 'what on earth will be number three?' I didn't have to wait long. We visited my dad in Casualty that evening, told him we were going to his house to get his pajamas, tooth brush and a book and we'd be back a bit later. Well, we did go back, but I was in plaster up to my right knee and on crutches!! We'd paid for our parking in the hospital car park, turned away from the booth and I fell down the curb breaking the cubeoid bone in my foot and ripping all my ligaments!! The following day I rang my boss and said 'You know I wondered what number three would be, well...'

I would say you had several sets of three all in one hit (pun not intended). That should keep you mishap free for a few years yet.

Awww Matthew - rotten day. Hope today was much better.

Remember - some days you're the statue and some days you're the pigeon! This was obviously a statue day!