Mondays

I am slowly beginning to sympathise with Garfield.

First of all its the day after the weekend when you just don't feel like getting up. Secondly things just seem to get weirder on this day. People fear friday the thirteenth, I say fear the vengeful monday morning.

Few weeks ago I got up, went about the usual morning routine. Go in, have a bath and come out. To find the as a room mate put it "Look its the Titanic". Water had overflowed form the drainage outlet to fill bathroom and the living room. So began operation mop up. Get out two mops and soak up the water. End result go into work 45 min late.

Today, get up and about to go in when was very nicely informed that the loo's gone and got choked up. Theres a job for the plumber. Add to that finding out that we have no rice to cook for lunch tho we had made sufficient food the previous

Rather nice mood these things leaves me in the morning.

Well, of we go trying to convince a plumber through gestures that the pot is clogged up. Should be good fun. If not for me...atleast for the innocent by-standers