Día horrible

I was hoping to go searching for a spectacular vista for my special blipday, but it didn't quite go to plan.
Minnie started the ball rolling by emptying bags of rubbish in the kitchen  awaiting disposal.
Wilson the canary decided he'd had enough of life and inexplicably snuffed it.
The drains became completely blocked for no obvious reason (no, I didn`t flush Wilson down the loo, he had a proper burial in the garden).
The plumber was not able to come out and look at it until tomorrow.
So not the day of celebration I'd planned.
I should know after all this time that you can't plan a blip.