Roll on the weekend

This week has got to be over soon. Work has just become an exercise in juggling elephants as we hit production for the biggest issue of the year, around 80 pages of which are under my remit. I feel stressed and incredibly tired because my brain won't shut off at night and I'm sleeping bad, even for me (see previous post).
Then there's my boiler which has been playing up since I got back from my holiday and which cost me £485 to get fixed yesterday.
And now, just as we are facing what is probably going to be the coldest night of the winter so far and freezing winds forecast for London tomorrow, my heating decides to pack up completely.
So rather than getting into the office early tomorrow so I can complete a couple of pieces of writing I promised the production desk but couldn't do this afternoon because my tunnel into the work server from home was playing up, I'm going to have to sit huddled over a tiny fan heater I begged off my neighbours, waiting for the heating engineer who is calling between 9 and 12 but probably won't arrive until 11.55am only to find that it is a completely different fault to the one that was fixed, resulting in having pay out all over again. Oh and he won't have the right part and the only place which has one in stock will be on the other side of London, so adding to the cost.
(Who has the one appliance that the repairman carries the spare parts for in his van?)
I'm off to bed with my hot water bottle. At least I'll be snug as I toss and turn.