I must have done something very bad!

Do you ever get days when everything and I mean everything goes wrong? I'm having a week of it. The sort of time in my book of life where I just want to tear the page out.
Monday morning as I was jumping up to greet the perfect day, I heard a crack and clunk and my neck was oh so painfully out!  I've been to the chiro, had the physio call in and dosed myself with painkillers and gradually I'm returning to normal.
Then yesterday the plumber arrived to unblock the slow drain. Now we have about 40 square metres of paving ripped up, digging machines in the driveway, broken and caving in septic tanks, trucks pumping sewerage, 3 burly plumbers trudging through the place in boots covered in "you don't want to know". Boss plumber shaking his head sorrowfully to me but with a secret glint in his eye. Promises of being able to flush the toilet next week by the time my 6 quilty guests arrive for 3 days!



Meanwhile all my hens seem to have a nasty complaint that has caused them to have a touch a huge case of the wobbly tummies. Poor chookies, they're off the lay but seem ok, just rather unsavoury towards the back end.

Wait there's more....Just now, I've left a very sick and sad little Otto at the vet's where he is undergoing surgery to treat his broken and infected canine tooth (what's a cat doing with canine teeth anyway?) and having tests to determine if he also has kidney disease or something stuck in his throat to add to the cause of his abject misery.

All this makes the newish dvd player that refuses to deliver sound and the five million buzzing blowflies in my house (is it any wonder with the open drains and the poopy hens stinking up the place?) seem like very small stuff indeed.