The day no.

Here is the day no. When everything turns in the opposite direction and you feel Alice in the land of non-joys

You get up in the morning and the alarm sounds late and it sounds louder than usual, run, you look for two equal, impossible socks.

You find the perfect t-shirt, the one that hides the bacon thread left over from you at Christmas and all those aperitifs to forget your ex didn't help your waistline.

And you think "Anything but waistline need a life round here!" The shirt has a hole.

Arriving late for work you got lost in the closet without finding Narnia.

Then the bus left you on your foot and you had to call a taxi that cost you a fortune, as well as a good half hour to find an ATM that worked.

You arrive at work and your colleagues already have a a bad mood , one barely greets you, the other glares at you, the boss searches for the task that you most hate and gives it to you for the whole week.

And you do it badly, you fall off what you shouldn't, don't put your words and even forget the lunch box.

The machines only offer a tuc and kinder, junkie snacks , other points for your fat on the belly!

The hours pass endlessly, the clock never seems to go on, the five don't arrive, but you have the insults to keep you company and the bad luck, always with you.

Finally get out of the nightmare work, the tram is late again, it is raining and you do not have the umbrella, and the empty fridge therefore staggers like a twig in the wind in front of the stop with huge bags full of beer, vegetables and chocolates.

The tram arrives, full, you slam against two strangers, one is surely offending you in Pakistan.

You get home, the bags break on the door, too much money, luckily a beer is saved and you have gone through the whole calendar of saints, it is from the morning that you recite blasphemous rosaries.

Recovery plan?

TV and relaxation, but there is a storm, they take three channels on the cross and the house is cold, the guy has yet to come to fix the radiators, by the way shouldn't you have called him today?

Armed with a blanket and hand warmers, you throw yourself on the couch, watch a documentary disconsolate about the lions that mate and you think forlornly "Good for them!" .

Meanwhile the night falls and you have only one consolation, the No days pass, like all the others.