From bad to worse

No f-ing sleep

What little f-ing sleep there was took place on Maddy's bedroom floor

F-ing farmer bollocking me for walking down the wrong f-ing path

F-ing chicken escaping, chased by f-ing dog, while I ran around f-ing and screaming at the pair of them like some kind of rural f-ing Benny Hill sketch

F-ing lurgy reappearing for long enough to send Maddy home from preschool and then disappearing again just in time to make me look like a total f-ing prat in front of the doctor

F-ing ronseal f-ing floor paint spilling all over the boot of my f-ing car

Wine from the bottle seemed wise