Down down deeper and down ...

I don't believe it!

The day from hell ... and I get to sound more and more like Victor Meldrew.

I start my wonderful new motorbike (see previous post). I ride off to work. Well, towards work. I get about 1.5 miles and .. it breaks down. I don't believe it!

Now I take this fairly philosphically. I decide to phone the breakdown service. After much repeating of the information, I'm told someone will be with me in under an hour. Oh, well. It's not raining. I'll wait here, then.

An hour and a half later (though they had phoned me, to be fair), I'm on-board the truck and heading for the nearest bike garage. They're closed. Closed! I don't believe it! So: two hours after I set off, I'm back home - with a bike which won't go. :^(

I decide to take the morning off and go in after lunch. I tinker with the bike's electrics (which is my initial diagnosis: watch this space to find the cause - once it's fixed) to no avail.

Having hurried my lunch, I run to the station. I've just missed a train and the net one's not for twenty-five minutes. I don't believe it. Well, I suppose I do. I'm beginning to get rather fatalistic about today.

I try in vain to squeeze a day's work into half a day: it doesn't fit. On the way home .. the train braks down. I. Don't. Believe. It! This is getting silly. Everything I touch today turns up crap. Bummer. I'm supposed to be going over to see a mate tonight for a couple of beers. I vow not to take the car as it's the only form of transport left.

Actually from there, the day wasn't so bad - though I did spend over an hour getting to, and over an hour getting home from the mate's house .. only to spend 50 minutes there 'cos the last train's really early round here.

Do-be-do down, down.