So today's been a Dorian Sudler-level c**t.
Went to get my second COVID jab this morning, arrived on time for my appointment to find an hour-long queue outside the pharmacy. Got told I had to join the back of the queue even though I'd booked that specific time, which I did because I had a shitload on for today and could then plan the rest of my day around it. So basically the whole book-an-appointment thing was completely pointless. So I had to abandon getting the jab as I couldn't afford spend an hour queuing because I needed to get back home for a furniture delivery...
...which was then about two hours late, meaning I probably could've had the vaccine after all, and also screwed with my plans to drive to Essex this weekend for a mate's birthday, a long drive at the best of times but made much worse if I catch the Friday evening traffic. In a classic case of everything being just slightly more complicated than it should, the furniture guys were here for hours, further delaying my departure...
...and then, just when we're entering the home stretch, we discover one of the things we've bought - a dining table - was broken. Bare in mind we've waited five months for this stuff, and when the guy gets onto his boss they say it'll be another two to get a replacement table. I tell them to piss off, and now we're apparently getting a new one Wednesday. By this point it's about 3:00, so I'm looking at trying to get round the M25 and into Essex during peak rush hour, easily doubling my travel time with the inevitable gridlock traffic...
...which actually turned out to be irrelevant, because now I've lost my car keys. Completely vanished. Searched the house top to bottom and not found them, which has me worried the furniture guys might have taken them, either intentionally or because they got just wrapped up in the huge bundles of used packaging they took away.
f**k's sake.