Line manager had enough of my cheek and about to sack me?
Nuclear bomb about to drop on my flat?
Gypsy curse from the woman whose heather I refused to buy in 1998 finally kicking in?
Hitman hired by my millionaire ex-husband, whose life savings I ran off with and then squandered on a stockpile of chocolate and red wine, managed to track me down?
No.
The charger for my mobile phone is refusing to work.
Noooooooooooooooooooooo!!
Znethru
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Still, when compared to other possible mishaps you mention in this most hilarious posting, it's not quite the end of civilization as we know it!