RobAdair
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Started at 1:30am when I was woke up by a kid throwing stones at next doors windows to wake his girlfriend up 
A threatening \"f**k off a*sehole\" sent him packing, but woke the baby up 
Woke up again at 2:30am by my son to say that the dog had been sick on his bed. Went to change the bedding to find that the dog was bleeding profusely from the backend. Due a season, so although unusually heavy, left her to sleep as she seemed OK in herself.
Up at 5am for work. Same sh*t, different day, until 8:30 when our lass phones to say she\'s rushing the dog to the vets as she is haemorrhaging. Result: one seriously ill dog with an infected uterus, £374 for the operation to have her spayed (a small price to pay to calm down her and he 2 kids, who were distraught by this time and chewing the hell out of me who was stuck at work feeling a bit helpless)
Then (11am) my eldest daughter goes to the docs for the results of her urinary infection to find its spread to her kidneys. A trip to the Pathology lab for tests and she\'s sorted with the right antibiotic (although in a lot of pain)
Phone my mam at 1pm to let her know about my sh*tty day, only to be told that my nanna (who had a stroke 3 weeks ago and a heart attack 3 days after that) fitted again last Wednesday and was taken off the nasal feed. Basically she\'s being left to die and has so far survived 11 days. My dad (Barracuda) is currently at her bedside waiting for the inevitable
Going to put the lottery on tomorrow, my luck can\'t get any worse, can it?
Down to the last 2 inches of a litre bottle of Grouse, so had to edit to correct the spellings
[Edited on 9/7/2005 by RobAdair]
A threatening \"f**k off a*sehole\" sent him packing, but woke the baby up Woke up again at 2:30am by my son to say that the dog had been sick on his bed. Went to change the bedding to find that the dog was bleeding profusely from the backend. Due a season, so although unusually heavy, left her to sleep as she seemed OK in herself.
Up at 5am for work. Same sh*t, different day, until 8:30 when our lass phones to say she\'s rushing the dog to the vets as she is haemorrhaging. Result: one seriously ill dog with an infected uterus, £374 for the operation to have her spayed (a small price to pay to calm down her and he 2 kids, who were distraught by this time and chewing the hell out of me who was stuck at work feeling a bit helpless)
Then (11am) my eldest daughter goes to the docs for the results of her urinary infection to find its spread to her kidneys. A trip to the Pathology lab for tests and she\'s sorted with the right antibiotic (although in a lot of pain)
Phone my mam at 1pm to let her know about my sh*tty day, only to be told that my nanna (who had a stroke 3 weeks ago and a heart attack 3 days after that) fitted again last Wednesday and was taken off the nasal feed. Basically she\'s being left to die and has so far survived 11 days. My dad (Barracuda) is currently at her bedside waiting for the inevitable
Going to put the lottery on tomorrow, my luck can\'t get any worse, can it?
Down to the last 2 inches of a litre bottle of Grouse, so had to edit to correct the spellings
[Edited on 9/7/2005 by RobAdair]
