You wake up to your hive infested with wax moth.
Buzzbeejr sucks you into online gaming just so he can ambush you as he knows you have an old PC.
The Dog pinches the butter off the table and the pan you cooked the roast lamb in off the stove and eats both on the lounge room floor while you are out getting beer to cheer yourself up.
You go out to get beer to drown your sorrows and some #%%$##@ has strung 3/4 inch steel grey cable over the path you ride your bike along that matches perfectly with the grey gravel on the path, without hanging markers on it, so you end up with a huge bruise with embedded cable mark on your thigh and go A over T.
You break the catch off the microwave oven, the one that needs to be inserted when the door closes to make the (*^(%* thing work.
It has not been the best of days, these days seem to come along when I least expect them.
I go to bed before something else happens, and hopefully tomorrow is better.
Oh I almost forgot, the electric kettle blew up as well
And one final kick in the guts, the beemaster server is playing up, been trying to post this for 30 min!