Mo shit than you can shake a stick at

As old T.J. Morrissey continued the seemingly unending enumeration of tedious tasks that needed to be done that day while he'd be checking drunken teenage epic fails on Youtube, Paul realised that the repayments over 55 years for the 150% mortgage for his leaky semi-d in Lucan were... well... more than he could repay.
Today was the day he would tell the bastard to fuck off.
Perhaps knee him in the bollix on his way out too.

But first he had to pinch the bridge of his nose and concentrate on his breathing.

Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.