Why is it...
that it always rains when you organise a BBQ?
that toast always lands butter side down?
that you ladder your tights when they are your last ones?
that when your husband runs the car on empty he can get to a petrol station but when you do you land up stranded on a back lane in the middle of Suffolk where there is no mobile connection?
that when you are late everything conspires to make you later?
that the one day you buy something really naughty and not really needed he just has to dive into you handbag for some loose change and spots the till reciept?
that the time you put up a post criticising the way a friend raises her child totally anonymuosly she finds your blog for the first time?
that just when you are ready for an almighty argument your OH does something like buy you flowers just because?
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I think it's called sod's law! Been there, done it, bought the T-shirt! Thank God you have your man - a gem!
I agree with MOB. Sod's Law has to be to blame. It has to be Sod's law that your friend should find your blog. On the flip slide, you found my blog today and left a comment when I really needed it, so there are good coincidences too. I'm not what that is called! Your husband sounds lovely.
sods law, sod has been with me lot lately
Yep, Sod's Law it is..But just remember the unexpected flowers and all will be well.
To test one's Pollyanna qualities .
Has to be universal Sod's Law. Affects us all from time to time and God, it is a bugger.
Yep, everybody's right - its just that!
Oh yes. I know that law.
I also had that "write a post about a friend just before she discovers your blog" situation.
Who was Sod and why did he make such a sucky law anyway?
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