Sometimes it feels like the universe is conspiring against you.
I got home after work to feed the pussycat when I noticed something on the carpet that, on further investigation, turned out to be a chunk of rodent intestine. Lovely. A quick search didn’t reveal the rest of the corpse, so I’m assuming it was eaten. We’ll find out soon enough if something starts to smell.
The bus to town decided that it was tired and went to bed instead of showing up. The late work shuttle was 15 minutes sooner than I thought it was. I managed to mooch a lift into town with some coworkers and made it to the hospital only 30 minutes later than expected.
On my way back to the bus stop after my visit with Katy, I found that all the cab companies I could use to get a cab from Sawston to Hinxton were booked solid for tonight, so I had to call a cab from Addenbrookes. Katy’s latest hospital stay is proving rather costly. I reckon it’s cost me just under £100 in cab/bus fare since last Tuesday, and it’s not looking like it’s going to get any better soon.
My cab driver had a cold and kept sneezing the whole ride.
I got home, only to get told off by a cat whose cat litter tray was an odoriferous mess that had somehow managed to spill over into his food tray.
Loverly.
Current Mood:
Aggravated
