ChatterBank54 mins ago
Disastrous Day Out
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Today I went for the first time to spend the day with a new-ish friend. She ushered me into her house and her dog jumped up and laddered my tights. We went into the kitchen where she made me a cuppa which I spilled on the floor when the dog got under my feet.
We then set off to visit my friend's mother and the dog was in the back of her car when it decided to evacuate its bowels. The smell was horrendous and turned my stomach. When we arrived at the mother's house I managed to say "pleased to meet you" before depositing a copious amount of vomit at her feet. We did not stay there long and the mother was distinctly frosty towards me.
Back at my friends house the dog jumped up again and ripped my dress. We then adjourned to the pub for some tea and when the waitress brought the food she tipped a bowl of chips onto my lap.
Back at my friends house I made to leave and went to give my friend a hug when the bloody dog bit me.
Not one of my better days out
We then set off to visit my friend's mother and the dog was in the back of her car when it decided to evacuate its bowels. The smell was horrendous and turned my stomach. When we arrived at the mother's house I managed to say "pleased to meet you" before depositing a copious amount of vomit at her feet. We did not stay there long and the mother was distinctly frosty towards me.
Back at my friends house the dog jumped up again and ripped my dress. We then adjourned to the pub for some tea and when the waitress brought the food she tipped a bowl of chips onto my lap.
Back at my friends house I made to leave and went to give my friend a hug when the bloody dog bit me.
Not one of my better days out
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For more on marking an answer as the "Best Answer", please visit our FAQ.hey, you've had no worse a day than me. I go to court, I talk to client, the JUdge decides to do nothing, I have big row with Judge trying to persuade him to do something, judge ignores me, my client cries (it is 2 years since this kicked off and she is in a terrible state). I row with Judge some more, judge tells me to shut up. I get on train home and realise that Mr BM is out and I have no keys. My mobile shuts down due to lack of battery. I get home. In black court dress, stockings and stillettos, I use the chair in the front garden to scale the fence to see if I can get in the back. By this time, I am dying for a wee. Have no choice but to do the necessary in the garden. thankfully, Mr BM can't lock a door so I got in.
Nonetheless, I am left with a feeling of utter helplessness, that despite arguing to the best of my ability and employing every trick in the book, my poor client is still up Sugar street.
Nonetheless, I am left with a feeling of utter helplessness, that despite arguing to the best of my ability and employing every trick in the book, my poor client is still up Sugar street.