Younger Son signed on at a job agency yesterday. They straightaway offered him 10 hours work: 5 hours training this afternoon followed by 5 hours work next Thursday. He duly turned up for training today only to find the tutor had gone home sick and the class was postponed until next Monday - when he has lectures in university.
He got home to a telephone call from the club with whom he had an interview last Saturday: he came second after a woman.
It's just not his week workwise. Actually it's just not his year.