Have you ever had one of those weeks when even although there were no major disasters, you were just relieved it was over?

Monday morning, and I was up bright and early and raring to go.

However, after selecting which clothes to wear for work, I switched on the iron and turned to head towards the kitchen to make a cup of tea.

Suddenly, I almost jumped out of my skin as a very loud bang and a bright blue flash stopped me in my tracks.

I quickly realised that my blinking iron had blown up, which meant I now had no means of ironing my clothes.

Rummaging through my wardrobe again, I tried to select items which didn’t need to be ironed.

And believe me, that wasn’t easy.

“Never mind,” I muttered to myself as I made myself a cuppa. “It could be worse.”

Pouring milk into the mug, I noticed white bits floating to the top, and shook my head as I realised the milk was out of date.

“This is not a great start to the week,” I surmised.

Tuesday morning, and as I had my new iron and fresh milk, all was good.

Or so I hoped.

Jumping into my car, I started to reverse out of my driveway, but with heavy driving rain obscuring my view, I had no choice but to put the driver’s window down.

But when I pushed the button to put it up again, nothing happened.

I pressed and pressed it in vain, but it was apparent that the motor for the electric widow was knackered.

Rain lashed sideways into the open window soaking the right hand side of me, so I parked back in the drive up close to my wall and made a ten minute dash along to the train station.

And, as luck would have it, the train doors closed just as I reached them! Argh….

Wednesday morning, I decided not to moan, even although I had no car as it was in for a £90 repair.

All was going well until I went to the toilet before my lunchbreak and my trouser zip seized up.

I pulled and pulled for ages, but it just wouldn’t budge, so I had no option but to head out and buy myself a cheap pair to see me through the rest of the day.

Thursday, and all was fine until dinner time when my old microwave decided to pack in.

Which wouldn’t have been so bad if it hadn’t died half way through cooking my microwave pasta, which I had to throw in the bin.

I was pleased Friday had arrived as it was the end of my working week.

But my morning commute started badly because the train was packed which meant I had to stand for the 20 minute journey.

I put my heavy bag on the floor between my legs so that I could steady myself.

Ten minutes later I glanced down and realised my home-made soup had leaked and there was now a huge puddle all around my feet.

I was mortified as it looked like I had had a wee accident.

Relieved my work week was finally over, I looked forward to the weekend, when hopefully my luck would change.

However, Saturday morning, I happened to glance in a shop window and was suddenly stopped in my tracks when I saw my reflection.

You see, I had just been to the dentist and one side of my face was completely frozen.

Nothing unusual in that, I hear you say.

However, as I left the dentist, I bumped into a former colleague who seemed pleased to see me and we chatted for a few minutes before I said farewell.

Next I went into the bakers and nattered to the smiling assistant as she boxed up my cakes.

Following that, I went into the chemist and made small talk with the friendly young assistant who had a big cheesy grin on his face.

“Some people are so cheery in the morning,” I thought to myself as I walked along the High Street.

However, that’s when I caught my reflection in a shop window.

Horrified, I stared for ages at my peely wally face which now had burgundy red lipstick half way up my frozen cheek.

I had re-applied my lipstick when I came out of the dentist, and obviously with my face being numb, I had plastered it everywhere.

“No wonder every person I met was smiling from ear to ear,” I said to my pals who found it all very amusing.

“I looked like a blinkin circus clown.”

All-in-all, I was thankful my week was almost at and end.

Roll on Sunday!