The first time I said fuck sake today was when my alarm went off. I was very tired because small fry kept me up all night. I had a hard time getting myself moving but managed it eventually. I then said fuck sake when I saw the state of the living room, another hat tip to small fry there. I went out to find my car frozen over so a third fuck sake popped up. My first and second clients (I work for Age UK home support) were fine but then came the third. Always with a mammoth shopping list and very picky about it all. I got to the town to find the list had vanished from my pocket so fuck sake came to visit again. I looked all over and traced my steps but it was gone. Went back to the car and it was not there either, bringing out yet another fuck sake. Ended up going back to re do the list with the client. This all set me back by a long way for getting to the fourth client appointment so fuck sake it was. Got there and made sure all was fine before finally making my exit back towards home. I should also mention that all the driving between these locations held many more fuck sakes as the road was full of asshats.
Then it happened. Went to call in on one of my other clients, a lovely gentleman who wanted to read books about WW2 and have a nice birthday card for his brother. I knocked on his door with a lovely brother card which had a picture of gardening things on the front as I was told what a keen gardener he had always been. I also produced not one, not two, not three but four books all about WW2 that I found in a charity shop. He gave me a corker of a smile and seemed to be very happy. He said they were all perfect and it had made his day.
You might have a full day of fuck sake, but when you do something nice for someone and see them so happy it gets rid of all the fuck sakes. Go be nice :)
P.S got a nice hug from my Big Issue selling friend too
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