What a f*ckin' awful day it was yesterday

First off I've got a meeting in town - normally I would drop the kids at school and get a train up but as it's half term I decide to take advantage of the light traffic and drive to the office and get a train from there - big mistake.

It's raining, it's pouring and the traffic is disgusting - down to 40mph on the M25 and that is saying something. Torrential rain and spray almost like fog has enveloped the road. It takes almost half an hour longer than usual. As soon as I get to the office i have to leave to get a train.

My colleague decides that instead of waiting for a delayed train to Canon Street which would make us 5 minutes late that we should walk from London Bridge to Cheapside. This he does at such a pace I have difficulty keeping up with him. After the meeting he decides that instead of waiting 15 minutes for the train from Canon street we will get the next train to London Bridge and change onto the train from Charing Cross. Only problem is that both trains arrive at London Bridge at the same time meaning we have to sprint up the steps, across the bridge and down the other side.

Back at the office I go to get something out of my "man bag" as Sarah likes to call it. Only thing is it's not on the floor where it normally is, in fact it's not anywhere to be seen. OH SHIT - where have I left it. I go very cold thinking what is in there - Ipaq, MP3 player, Bluetooth headset - that's best part of £650 for a start. Also in there is a cheque book, deposit account book and passport. PANIC!!!!

I retrace my steps and decide I must have left it on the floor of my clients meeting room. I call her - not there. It takes several hours before I can get it confirmed that it is there and safe - phew!

I'd only just recovered from that when the next thing happened. I'm used to people making comments when you get your haircut. At my office this usually amounts to a staement like "You've had your haircut" - well duh! I was there you know or some sarcastic comment. This however was different.

"Your haircut makes you look 10 years older and 2 stone heavier" he said without any trace of humour. When challanged by the rest of the people in my office about his nasty comment he made it perfectly clear that he had meant it.

Why do people always do this to me? Do I have a sign above my head which says criticize me? Everytime I buy new clothes for example there is always someone who is there to pull the rug out from under me. I don't feel the need to be nasty about other people so why do they feel the need to bring me down like this? As my Dad would say "If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all". The rest of the day was spent feeling really bad about myself.

Then last night I had to sort out a problem with the plumbing. Everytime you flushed the downstairs loo the sink gurgled and vice versa. I went out to the garage to find something to unblock it with and on the way back caught my knee on the low wall in the garden that I didn't see in the dark.

What a day!