Bad day....

Ever have one of those days when nothing, NOTHING, goes right?
Decided to go off the air on Monday and enjoy a nice, relaxing day with my delightful kids.
Youngest and middle boys had me awake all night with feverish jibber jabbering about people building roads through their beds, projectile puking and the like. Rose in the morning to find a nice letter from the bank to inform me about charges.
Packed everyone into the car and it wouldn't start.
A few days ago me and the car had tussle with a trolley bay in Dunelm Mill. The thing just jumped out at me from nowhere. I ripped off a good portion of the passenger side and left a sizeable amount of 'stone silver' paint on the bay.
The battery was dead because the doors wont close right. The car is one of those super intelligent ones which speaks it's mind. It tells you when you need petrol as well as flashing a 'you need petrol' sign, presumably for the benefit of blind drivers.
So the thing spent an entire Sunday night telling no one in particular that 'the door's not closed', 'the door's not closed', 'HEY STUPID!! THE DOOR, THAT ONE THERE, IT'S NOT CLOSED!!!!! It said it and it flashed it so much it exhausted the battery.
Stupid car.
Brought the kids back into the house and the youngest boy puked everywhere while the baby screamed backing vocals and the older boys gagged and provided a running commentary of what said puke looked like.
Phoned the mechanic who said he'd be out in 10 minutes. Eight hours later he arrived, told me the battery was dead and that I need two new doors for the car which will cost 'big money'. When asked to converse in monetary terms he puffed out his cheeks and said 'big, big money'.
And it's raining.
Have had better days.