|The Stapler Of Doom|
Last week my son broke our stapler, by way of rather over enthusiastic stapling, so I set off to buy a new one. I had not had time to unpack and glory in my new stapler until today when I realised to my horror that the new staples do not fit. The staples were right next to the stapler so am I being unreasonable to think that they should fit?
I am cross.
I have thrown the stapler down on the desk, breaking of a piece of metal that is surely an important part of the stapler. I think it is beyond repair.
You can see that I have nothing in my life at present over which I can get annoyed, if this is the worst thing that has happened this week.
My father is here, so I will go and throw myself on his mercy. He is, as my son said yesterday, A Good Fixer.