Dear All: For the world to ignore.

Has someone been playing tennis with my head or is it just another morning after.

I’m poor. Sure I believe that you can be rich in life even if you are poor in wealth but, here’s the rub, I’m skint and my life is suffering from this personal recession.

So I’ll moan a bit. I’ll check my online banking at 11am and lay my head on my desk dangerously close to the milk I just spilt whilst attempting to make a delicious cup of coffee. It’s not delicious. Hardly palatable.

The lack of common sense, initiative and basic manners here make me feel like screaming rage or blasting Half Man Half Biscuit at passers by. “Is this your Sanderling?”

Are the lives of the men and their dogs, lying in the centre of five ways, worse than mine?

Now I’m just being dramatic.

It must be National Shite Day.