The worst week (and one day) in the whole worst world ever?

Thursday: Like a mad person I leave home with just one car load of stuff and transport myself instantly into the land of singleness, skintness, loneliness, and nothing to do on a saturday night-ness.

Monday: A mad person crashes into my car, in the *fast* lane of the M4, and stoves the side in so much that you can't get in the passenger door.

Tuesday: A mad person driving the other way to me runs over a dog, I get out of my car, scream 'Get the fuck off his fucking paw, fucker,' pick up the dog, and take the dog and it's freaked owner to the vet. Then I come home and wash the dog blood off my back seat, throw my shoes/clothes away due to blood everywhere, and all my neighbours peer out of their windows going, 'See her next door, she's an axe murderer.'

Friday: I go to get in my car only to find a mad person (is this the same mad person that I am, and that clearly has it in for me?) has gouged big holes all around the lock and broken the door handle in a bid to break in. So currently, the only way to get in the sodding car is to get in the back and climb through to the front, which, frankly, makes me look like a bit of a dick.

Bad, huh?

Bloody mad people.