The Importance of Being Idle

Bugger

Today I'm having a bad day. Not in a "oh woe is me, such terrible things befall me" kinda way, just in an "I feel like crap" way, and consequently, after much soul searching, I'm not at work today. AGAIN.
I can't help but wonder why this is happening to me though. That's not the sort of thing I'd normally think, things just happen, there is no 'why', but I can't escape the feeling that this is some sort of perverse punishment for something. All I know is that it makes me very down, and sometimes it seems more than I can cope with. God that sounds melodramatic and supremely self-involved, doesn't it?
Last night Archie had to have a bath due to a rather unfortunate (and for him, embarrasing) toilet accident. He does not like having a bath, no sir he does not. He doesn't cry or make a fuss, he just tries very desperately to grab at anything within range, be it taps, toothbrushes, the door, towels, soap, anything to try and get away. After the bath of course, he's all wet and grumpy, and he looks silly. Like this:

posted by BadMonkey @ 8:41 AM