I could just say that it's been one of those days, but that wouldn't do justice to the endless string of mishaps. It started with shoestrings. Broken ones. Then my breakfast decided to join in the fun and decorate my field uniform, promptly turning the morning into a mad dash to get changed before reporting for duty.

Then PT in the rain. And another mad dash to get changed to make sure I got food into my stomach this time before the afternoon classes. Which involved paint. Paint that seemed magically attracted to me.

I've rarely felt so much like a toddler. And I'd never been so glad when we were done for the day.

And now this.

When I find out who left their new black socks in the washing machine, I'm gonna starch all their underwear and make them wear it during assault course training!

As if the day hadn't been crazy enough without having all my white t-shirts coming out of the wash in various hues of grey. And no chance to go out and get new ones until the weekend. Thank creation for khaki t-shirts that don't grab stray colour. At least I can keep looking presentable, even if the things are a little baggier than I'd like.