I am a big believer in the saying, “What goes around, comes around.”

It implies that people will get what is coming to them, and this is extremely satisfying when someone has done something deserving of retribution. It could be a speeding motorist who flashed his was past you, that you later see by the side of the road changing a flat tyre. Or the guy who pushes in at the bar who then ‘accidentally’ has the tray of drinks knocked out of his hands.

These are all heart warming things.

So, with this in mind I want to point you back to a few months ago when I put a foot through the ceiling of my flatmates bedroom.

The night before I went on holiday I returned home late from a meal with my sister for her birthday, and was about to head upstairs to complete my packing when my flatmate stopped me.

“Oh, Angry, I had a small accident earlier.”

“Did you wee on the carpet?”

“Err, no. I fell through your ceiling.”

By any definition of the term, this is not a small accident. Breaking a glass is a small accident. Spilling some wine on the carpet is a small accident. Falling through a ceiling is is a pretty fucking significant one.

Just to rub my nose in it, he had gone to the trouble of forcing his entire torso through a hole in my ceiling. Clearly a foot wasn’t enough for him. Or he doesn’t have ninja-like reflexes similar to my own.

Either way, I now have a massive hole where previously I had no hole. Holes and ceilings do not go well together unless it is filled with a window, or you are a fireman. This means I must now interact with some of the devils own minions. I have to, in the next day or two, call the Insurance Company claims department.

Wish me luck.

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