I've recently discovered that you can't be happy for too long before something bad happens.Is this God trying to tell me that you're only allowed a certain amount of happiness? Why is it when one good thing happens one bad thing follows it behind like a bad smell? Quite literally If yesterday is anything to go by.
I sat on the train from London to Bournemouth yesterday thinking about the lovely weekend I had just had, and how happy it had made me. I was then rudely interrupted in my thoughts by an adolescent male sitting behind me and "accidentally" kicking the back of my chair as he sat down with his Ipod blaring. He had been sitting down for about 20 seconds when it hit me. That well loved stench of BO. This wasn't subtle like the dirty kid at school that everyone knew about, who just didn't wash quite as much as is socially acceptable. This was proper, full on, never heard of a shower before, BO.
If I wasn't so lazy I probably would have moved seats. In fact it would have been extremely easy for me to get up and move, but it's the principle more than anything.
Actually no, that isn't exactly true...it's mainly just the fact that I'm lazy.
Today the sun is shining and I'm happy and I feel very lucky with how well things are going at the moment...
...and my throat has just started to hurt and I have a headache coming on and a hell of a lot of work to catch up with and I have just received an email telling me my house failed its inspection and we need to clean it top to bottom before tomorrow or we will pretty much get blacklisted.
Swings and roundabouts?
