When I went to open my bedroom curtains this morning I whipped them back as usual and the left hand curtain zoomed right off the end of the rail. The end stop has been broken for a while so I thought all I had to do was put the curtain back on and secure it in some way. But, no, the track is broken. I have ordered a replacement but know I will have to fix it myself as no tradesperson is likely to want to do such a small job.
When I finally came downstairs my back door lock jammed, leaving the door unlocked so I also urgently need a locksmith.
Then I fell over the cat and spilled my coffee all over the living room floor. It’s amazing how far one cup of coffee can spread!
I am now on the settee, nursing a bruised knee, scared to move.
In what ways have your days gone wrong?