Fuck #1 ~ My beloved iPod is dead. It happened just now, when I checked to see how its charge was getting on, and there was nothing, nothing.
Turns out iPod's don't like dangling from a rucksack and getting wet while you cycle home in a freak hailstorm.
Fuck #2 ~ Hailstorms are a first, or at least cycling home in one is, and it was particularly galling as I had only just left work. I pedalled frantically until I found somewhere to shelter, but there was nowhere. Neither was there any consideration from the fucking motorists, who continued to drive as if it was a sunny day in June.
I got soaked; my non-waterproof trainers began to squelch after about a minute; my backside became saturated with rainwater; my tracksuit bottoms became drenched and leaden. I threw everything in the wash when I got home. I'm fairly optimistic that not a damn bit of it will be dry enough for tomorrow morning's commute, which may well mean my first day of non-cycling this October.
Dammit. I hate stuff forcing me to do other stuff against my will.
Fuck #3 ~ I kept on getting phonecalls on my mobile all day by some recording claiming to be from my bank. I kept cutting the call, assuming it to be a hoax of some sort. By the third ring at the end of the day I decided to listen, only to discover that someone somewhere has my card details and has been trying to buy stuff in Costa fucking Rica.
My card has now been cancelled and I'm without access to cash. Just as well, as I'm tempted to run off and buy an iPod.
Fuck #4 ~ I weighed myself earlier. It now appears that I am gaining weight. So to celebrate, I ate two packets of crisps and a Kit Kat.
I can see myself on the tube tomorrow morning, and facing it without music.
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.