I'm sure we've all had bad days when everything goes wrong and our cosy world falls apart. I remember one winter, on a Friday evening the central heating boiler broke down and the engineer couldn't come until Monday morning. After a quick examination he told us it was too old to get spare parts and we needed a new one.

This took four days to find a new one and fit it - four days of a cold house and no hot water, although we did have a fan heater for one room. The following weekend I switched on the electric oven and guess what? It didn't work and the electrician said he would have to send for a spare part - five days of microwave food, although it was in a warm house. The man in this week's story is also having a bad day.

A man with a pot on one arm and a bandaged head was sitting in a pub and staring at his drink, when two skinheads entered intent in causing trouble, they quickly drove all the other customers away by their unruly behaviour, leaving just the man in the corner still staring at his drink. One of the lads approached the man and picking up his double whisky, he downed it in one gulp and said, "Well, what are you going to do about this then?" Without looking up the man replied, "There is nothing you can do to make my day worse. I worked for my company for 25 years and today was made redundant. Going to the car park, I found my car had been stolen, so I took a taxi which hit a bus on the way home, I finished up with a broken arm and a huge headache upon reaching home I found my wife in bed with another man. I came to this pub to work up courage to end it all, I bought a drink, dropped in the capsule and watched the poison slowly dissolve"- then looking up for the first time he said "Then you showed up and drank my whisky, but that's enough about me, what sort of a day have you had?