Don't you just f**king hate when you get to the checkout at the supermarket only to find, after all your messages have gone through, after you've f**king queued (love that word 'queue') behind dithery people that you forgot your bloody bank card????!!!!!!!!!!!
That's what happened to me. I practically burst into tears. I have spent all day running about, cleaning up after babies and, well, bigger babies. Trying to cake make whilst my oven is being taken apart beside me. See? This is what happens when you try to get to the end of the epic Battlestar Galactica thing you've been doing for the past four months. You go to the supermarket, drive for 15 sodding minutes, shop for 45 frickin' minutes, queue for 10 minutes only to discover you are fucking penniless. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH
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