Ye're fecking right it's a bad day! I've got no clean socks and no one to wash 'em. I've been on me last pair since a week ago adn frankly they are beginning to smell. Me Olive 'as run off to 'er sister's place and abandoned 'er 'ome and 'er 'usband wot's been faithful to 'er for these 25 years past. I've 'ad to cook me own chips! I bloody burnt them. It's all over the parrot, Tony Blair. Olive says the parrot 'as to go, but 'e's a valuable bird and 'e's very beutful to look at and I will not part wif 'im at least not until I get back the 250 quid I spent on 'im. Olive 'as lost 'er mind. She's gone crackers. I will not be blackmaled nor terrorised by 'er mad acewsations and I will 'old me ground.

I 'ad to get up off the sofa to COOK and the bloody food got ruint! So I 'ave exerted meself to no good purpose 'ere.

Ye're fecking roithtt it's a BAD DAY!