There's a rumour that someone researching our families history has found a link to that guy who wittered on about 'the best laid plans etc.' and it looks like his promlems with planning are hereditary. :-(

I'm off to Wincanton tomorrow and I had planned to see two people, one on the way down and one on the way back.

Unfortunately, they've had more important things come up and my plans have gone splat! :-(

( In case anyones worried, the people concerned know this entry isn't aimed at them, but at Murphys Law instead. )

So I'm now going to go into upset kiddy mode and stamp my feet and shout things like ' Poo, Bum, Knickers, Pee etc.'

( That felt good actually! :-)) )

Current Mood: annoyed