Having a Bad Day?

So, you think you're having a bad day?  I thought mine had kicked off badly enough, with losing my keys last night somewhere in Birmingham (car, office, house) and having to walk early in the rain to pick the car up (with the spare key) so I could be on time for gruesome internal investigations with the doctorette.

However I wasn't the only one to discover that much of life is currently a great steaming pile of crap.  Daughter No 2 received this in her hotmail:

On December 24, 2006 at 8 oclock in the morning, a young 14 year old boy by the name of Scott Jackson was found dead. Doctors couldnt come up with the cause of his death. His mother checked his emails to see if she could figure out what happened. Turns out he was still signed into his Yahoo email account. She found he had gone to sleep after he read and didnt send a chain letter about a little girl that kills you in your sleep with no natrual cause of death. This is the email she read:

My name is ofelia Heras. Im 16 years old. Im a murderer. I have no face. When i was young i was abused by my father, then, i killed him, I will do to you what he did to me. When you look at me youll die immediately.You have 900 seconds to send this to 24? people or I will visit you tonight. This is not a joke, If u dont send this then u will die, and u want to know how, I will slid your body in half and then i will stab u 1 million times until all of your blood is out of you body i will take off all of your clothes and leave you naked, but dont worry, there wont be any of your skin left, i will break all of your bones, and i? will eat everything that is left of you... enjoy

Don't break the chain, it went on, in time-honoured fashion. She's ten. She completely freaked out. Fortunately there was a timely parent's evening at school tonight to sort that one out.

So we're at the parent's evening, and He's fiddling about with his phone. While the new headmistress is doing her talk. I throw him a disapproving glance. "They've turned off John's life support machine", he said.  Then got cross with me for crying at the parent's evening. "What will people think of you?" Oh I couldn't give a toss.

When I got home, Daughter No 1, who should be all excited about going away on a school residential trip to the Peak District tomorrow morning, is wan and tearful.  Wouldn't say what was up. "I'm fine," she said crossly. Well you don't kid me with fine. We know what that means. 

Eventually I wangle it out of her as she shows me a Facebook message from the boy she met at summer camp.

Im really sorry but us going out isnt gonna work.(living so far away and stuff) I think that you can do better than me anyway. Im sorry im gonna have to brake up with you. Sorry, Nick

Truly we are in the Period of Shittiness. Neck deep in it, round our house.