Just thinking about yesterday is stressing me out again.
Yesterday was one of those days. You know, where you just want to curl up in a ball and hide under your duvet.
It all started on Wednesday night when my window wiper suddenly broke when I was on the way back from dropping my sister home. I don’t know what happened but I think the above photo shows that it was pretty bust.
When I awoke on Thursday morning it was pouring with rain. “Of course it is,” I groaned, wondering how I would manage to get my window wiper fixed.
While hurrying around, I threw my car keys on the top of the bookshelf in the hall a little too hard, causing them to slide down the back.
I turned on the flashlight on my phone and tried to peer behind the bookcase to see if I could reach them but during the scurry I dropped my phone, screen side down, on to the tiled floor. The only bit of tiled floor in the hall as the rest is covered by a rug…
Gingerly, I picked my phone up and turned it over, confirming my fear that the screen was cracked. Not just a little bit cracked, completely cracked. There were only millimetres between each crack. I had done a good job.
In that moment, I wanted to run upstairs and hide under the duvet for the rest of the day.
Thankfully my day got better as Halfords fixed my window wiper for free (my saviours <3) and my screen was fixed in a couple of hours by a local company.
Tell me about the last time you had ‘one of those days’