I have the cutest puppy in the world.

When you look at him you would be forgiven for thinking he's a loving, placid kind of pet and most of the time he is just that.

However, this cute heart melting exterior hides a dark secret.

He likes to eat books!

Yesterday I caught him chewing on my A4 hard back copy of The Rime of the Ancient Mariner. He had completely ripped off the dust jacket and it was strewn around the floor in pieces.

He was sat with one paw on the book chewing the spine to bits. The little monkey had gone to my bookshelf, managed to select the Coleridge book and began his feast!

Anyone who knows me well will know that I love my books and this particular copy was a beautiful, illustrated copy with fantastic illustrations to go alongside the poem.

As you can probably imagine I was not happy. Dylan, my puppy, took one look at my open mouthed shock and ran and hid under the table.

Hiding under the table is something he always does if he knows he's been naughty or has found something he wants that he knows he shouldn't have.

He leant very quickly that once he's under that table I can't get him out. He just backs away to the other side out of my reach.

So I ended up chasing the puppy from one side of the table to the other. He seemed to think it was a huge game and decided that me chasing him round the house would be fun.

He is much faster and fitter than me and likes to change direction often, without notice which gives me the slight suspicion that he is trying to herd me like a flock of sheep.

In the end I gave up trying to catch him. He however, wasn't having any of that and woofed at me to chase him some more.

So my poor book is ruined and is now the curse of the ancient mariner and my puppy didn't even get told off and sent to his room.

Have you ever had one of those days where everything seems to go wrong?

Me too!

In fact, today has been exactly that. Things started off OK but quickly went descended  into complete chaos. It's almost laughable how one thing after another seemed to break, stop working, freeze or just be down right awkward.

If I was writing the events of today in a piece of fiction, any publisher looking at it would laugh and say that it's not realistic enough, that it was unbelievable and that things like this just don't happen.

Well they do, and today seemed as if everything was being thrown at me all at once.

But what's the point in my boring you with this?

To let you know that life is stranger than fiction?

No! The point is to remind you that even when things get so bad you feel like you just want to scream and, jump up and down like a two year old, it won't always be so bad. There will be improvements even though it appears that the whole world is against you sometimes.

Tomorrow is another day, (so I keep telling myself).