I don't Like Monday's....

Sometimes days go really well and sometimes they just don't! This was one of those days. It was like this.....
I got up bright and early fully intending to arrive early for the meeting at Water Lane, opened the front door to leave to meet the gardener who had just arrived. Lucky you, you may think to have a gardener. True, but I thought he was coming on Wednesday so then, after spending five minutes discussing this with him realised that he was right and should have been there. So we then had a further five minutes discussing what he was going to fill his day with and what needed doing, something I prefer to have thought about before. Anyway, Marg was to be around for a while so I asked her to set him some specific tasks and went to get the car started. Marg's car was in the way so I found her keys and moved that before starting mine. My car has not missed a beat in two years but as soon as I switched on the engine I thought that it sounded strange and not firing on all cylinders.It will clear itself, I thought so made my way down the road. By the time I had gone a few hundred yards lights started to flash and the car sounded sicker by the minute. It could hardly make it over the rise at the top of the lane so I pulled in to stop before any damage might be done. I parked almost on a driveway entrance and phoned Terry. He suggested a recovery truck to Water Lane and said he would arrange that for me. I locked the car and walked back home to pick up my little Starlet race car. I knew it would be hard to start even using my jump pack but after four attempts it sprung into life so I had wheels again. As I passed my poor Bema I saw that some helpful student had wedged a Ka right up to my bumper and another almost as close behind. I couldn't imagine how any recovery truck was going to move the car and certainly didn't want to be there to watch! By this time I was extremely late but still had to get down to Water Lane because Steve needed a lift up to the sales site and apparently he had my keys. We eventually made it to the sales site from which point the following things happened. We found one car had been keyed down the side, the radio in a Toyota had mysteriously stopped working, one customer phoned with a fault with his car after only a few days, one car left outside with an unexplained fault, one e-mail with a bill for £100 for a fault on a car which wasn't fixed, a hassle regarding a faxed insurance and two cars to prepare before lunchtime to be delivered to customers. Normally we don't get many faults at all but just like buses.......you know the rest.
So by mid morning it felt like we had done a weeks work. Then a little chink of sunlight came over the site. A customer rode in on a bike (not normally a car sale) and after about half an hour agreed to by a little C1. so it was not all doom and gloom.
I say that quickly because it did seem that every thing I touched for the whole day either took twice as long or broke or didn't work. By the time I got home I was knackered. This was a Monday I will prefer to forget....