Not a good day

Woke up. Went long the dollar. Got to work, dollar gives up early gains and falls into negative territory. Close out position. Dollar continues decline for half an hour and then shoots up by a full cent. Bollocks.

Go to Vietnamese Embassy to obtain visa for visit in April. Vietnamese Embassy is shut. Still celebrating the Vietnamese New Year that took place last weekend, no doubt. That's another ninety minutes of my life that I won't get back. Bollocks.

Back to office. Have missed gym. Air-conditioning isn't working. Hot. Bollocks.

And now I have to write a letter to solicitor about progress, or, rather, non-progress, of downstairs flat purchase. His weighty tome to me consisted of the full range of communication between him and the vendor's solicitors, including the classic final note from them stating that "we recommend that your client seek an extension to his mortgage offer" (clearly indicating that they haven't listened to a single word we've said for the last three months). Perhaps I shall recommend that my solicitor respond with the communication that "we recommend that you fucking pay attention".


Bollocks.

Grouchy just ain't the word.