I got up at 5:45 this morning. Sometime between 5am and that time, I dreamt I'd lain on my phone and broken it into small pieces, it was all floppy with bits of glass in the bed.
I awoke in a foul mood until I saw my phone still in one piece tucked under the pillow.
So, fully awake, I plod into the kitchen and realise there's only enough milk for one cappuccino, drat.
Put my bread in the toaster, made solitary cup of Polar espresso. Came to butter the toast and thought, that toast's a funny colour. Inspected untoasted slices left in the bag, yep, mouldy. Only a couple of days old too.
Had a scrambled egg.
Battery on the shaver died half way through. Luckily I have a spare.
Got to work, feeling a bit sticky, decided to give my face a wash. Did this without removing my glasses D'oh. Then discovered there was no paper towel to dry now sopping face.
Fortunately nothing else has beffallen me so far Grrr.