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Sorry to hear about your troubles. Hugs from us both.
Days from hell----Im not sure I have ever had one. There was a short period about ten years ago when everything seemed to go wrong and it was only a firm belief that things could only get better that kept me going.
Welcome to the forums.
Sorry to hear about your troubles. Hugs from us both.
Days from hell----Im not sure I have ever had one. There was a short period about ten years ago when everything seemed to go wrong and it was only a firm belief that things could only get better that kept me going.
Hi and welcome to the Forum!
Sounds like a pretty bad day, have had many of them myself.
Somthing similar involving a cat happened to me a while back.
Met a fantastic and very gorgeous girl, she had a cat, she loved it and spent like £400 to get it, was some type of designer cat? Anyway, we were going out on fine sunny afternoon and as we were about to leave her groundfloor flat, in a rush i might add, she asked me to close the window.
Now it was one of those open from the top, angle opening double glazed things, where it opens slightly at the top then gradually gets smaller toward the hinged bottom bit (sure you know what I mean?)
In the rush as she had been late getting ready I forgot (I know what your thinking and no, trust me it's worse)......
We went out and ended up arguing as she had taken ages to get ready got to where we were going and spoke hardly at all, other than the odd, yeah, no etc. On the way home we started to make up and I thought "ok good end to a bad day" (oh no how wrong.)
I dropped my lady friend straight at work and she asked me to go to her's and feed the cat, she didn't go out as she was a "house cat" so when I opened the door I looked about and she was nowhere to be seen.
I went to the front room and the window was open "yikes" the cat has escaped..........
I go out giving it "here kitty, kitty, kitty" and a neighbour opened the window and asked if I was looking for a small grey kitten (thinking thank god, she has found her and taken her in).
The girl comes out holding a small shoe box. The cat had got up on the curtain rail, slipped down and slid into the crack in the window (the one i left open) and choked to death and the girl found her on her return.
Horrified, I thanked her and thought about what I was going to do.
Now partly to cover my back, buit mostly to make it easier on my new girlfriend rather than her looking at the window and thinking horrible thoughts everyday she lived there I concocted a story that the cat had got out, had a fight with another cat and died. Much less traumatic right?
I bravely went to pick said girl up, explained the situation about the cat having been fighting and died, but not suffered as she had a heart attack, elaborated that i went to the vet and vet said the cat never suffered to ease the trauma.
She was shocked, upset but said she wass glad the cat never suffered, had a little cry and held onto me as I drove her home. The cat was in the communal garages in the box.
I got her home, ran a bath for her and said I would go out get us a bottle of wine and a takeaway, what a gentleman. Wlaking to the shops superboyfriend material I was thinking.
Anyway, I got back tried the door and it was locked. I rang the bell and the girl opened the door slapped me and screaming told me to "fuck off" as she "hated my guts" and i was a "lying bastard".
The neighbour had come down with a condolence card and explained what she had found, thus blowing my story to hell and holy water.
I tried to explain (to a slammed door) and then on realising it was to no avail, went to my car to go home (12 miles away). I got in and the car seemed odd, odd because she had gone out and popped my front tyre. No problem, change the tyre, and yes I had no jack. Day from Hell, oh yes, but my mate who picked me up (an hour later) thought it was hilarious!
True story!!!!
My worst day was prob the day my son was born. Don't get me wrong I love every molecule of him. But it was a day of agony - sheer unremitting agony.
The next worst was prob the last house move I made - the solicitors cocked up on the money transfer and the van with all our worldly goods was parked up outside the brand new house for hours while the money got sorted. And the house builders were there saying "if it isn't sorted by 5pm we would lose the house". That was crap of course - it's not like they could have taken a deposit and such like off anyone else on the house so that was def ours - but they didn't help matters. It got sorted just about on the dot of
Brought him in to find him unresponsive. 2 cats have been poisoned here in the last 6 months so alarm bells went off.1 hour later and in the emergency vet to be told that he has chronic kidney failure and the next 48 hours are crucial. We arrived back at the house for me (Sweet) to go up to where I found him to see if there were any signs of anything only to step down from the wall and go over on my ankle! This resulted in me screaming n nearly passing out in front of the kids n lying in a mess on the wet ground :( Enter Kandi who fire lifted me straight back into the car and straight up to A&E. Now lying on the couch with an ankle the size of a balloon with crutches n out of action for 10 days! Lol, so now feeling all sorry for myself and poor Kandi had to do the Florence Nightingale thing and still waiting to hear about our gorgeous wee cat. So, what equates to the 'Day from Hell' for you? 
The sun was already up so was not very sucessful at getting back to sleep an hour later so gave up! Eventually after breakfast we decided that rather than find a pub in Wales to watch the football (England/Germany) we were going to make a run for it and get home in time to watch. So we packed up the camper van, loaded up ourselves, 2 dogs and our fellow camper and off we go. That is until we get just past Shrewsbury heading for the M54..............
