In a great mood after Dad's funeral, no sleep and the shits/puking this morning I had to rush out and drop the wife off somewhere in town then get back to Hull for a job interview this afternoon. White van is dawdling past my cul-de-sac with a small child behind the wheel, on the phone, looking out the side window with his blinker on to turn down my road. I wait for him, he drives past. I pull onto the main road and keep a distance behind him while he fails to turn down the next couple of roads. Then his indicator goes off and he starts decelerating without braking, so I stop behind him as he stops and from changing gear I bring my palm up to knock my right blinker on so I can pull round him as opposed to using my fingers as usual. Now, I'm not denying I'm the sort to beat the crap out of inanimate objects once I'm pissed off enough but while this guy was making me angry I wasn't intending to take it out on the indicator stem. But it sheared clean off at the base of the metal joint where it goes into the wheel.
Went home, fell out with entire family (like, really quite seriously), got back in car, drove to hull.
Got the job
£130 quid it's setting me back. And the job's for half as long as they told me it would be, which had I known would have probably caused me to decline an interview, as I'm supposed to still be in Lincolnshire recovering from week from hell and having a family I'm still speaking to. I think I'm going for a beer tonight.
/edit I've got the code for my radio programmed into my phone since I had to disconnect the bugger a few times in december.