It was one of those days when everything just goes wrong.
It started before I even got up because the alarm clock didn't go off and I overslept. So my cat Bob and I left the house far too late to catch the daily bus that took us from my flat in Tottenham, north London, to Islington, where I sold the homeless newspaper The Big Issue . We had only been on the bus for five minutes when the next breakdown happened.
Bob, as always, sat in the seat...
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