What a bloody day!

Well I might have known the Gods were angry when I was awoken at an ungodly hour ny the loudest thunder and lightning ever!. Next came the wind to end all winds.
After phoning my blippal to ask to use her iron as I had no idea where mines lives. While there trying to figure out how to iron the frigging dress my youngest phoned in a panic as she was trying to get to her work in bloody Dalmally from Glasgow. She got diverted to Helensburgh then was told the road to Arrochar was shut. I told her to phone her work tell them her problem and to get them to arrange cover. She duly phoned and the b******s said she had to come in and that if she went via Stirling she would get there. Being young she phoned me to tell that's what she was doing and no amount of persuasion would change her mind. Have to say that I saw red at the office manager who was prepared to compromise the safety of her staff rather than have the balls to organize cover. So I phoned the bloody company (a coach company with a long heritage) (clue in the name there). She finally got to work after a 145 mile detour when there was staff living near by that could have come in. Time she left them.
As she didn't arrive in dullmally till after three and with the bloody Rust and be Thankless blocked (again) we didn't leave for Aberlady till after five.
I had printed out the directions but hubby insisted on trying to use my phones satnav. Well the bloody thing may have been speaking before we left the house as soon as we hit the road the damn thing became a deaf mute. Things not helped by hubby's chubby fingers pressing all the wrong buttons. I was relying on my instincts but wss beginning to panic when as we were almost in Dunbar I was screaming at him to use the fecking map I had given him would he do that! Anyway I found the place no thanks to him and the damn gadget.
However if I put my day in perspective it could have been a whole lot worse!
Happy blipping all. Im off to have a large Glayva