According to Forrest Gump's mamma 'Life is like a box of chocolates'.
Well my life certainly includes chocolate, in varying amounts depending on my stress levels.
But my life isn't like a box of chocolates, it's like a sodding great rucksack that some muppet forgot to zip up.
Coping ok with L&M's PTSD and depression, ok let's chuck in a bipolar diagnoses for your daughter.
Coping ok moneywise, ok we'll give you a pay cut and change the L&M's duties to make him unhappy.
Settled nicely in your house, ok, let's make you move as you will no longer afford the mortgage with all the changes at work.
All I can do it hitch up my shoulders a bit higher to take the extra weight in the rucksack, and remember the words of my friend Joy. Chin up and tits out!