Calamity of all calamities!

In my feverish attempts to get all of my stock ready for Sunday I've broken my truty companion - the buttonhole chisel. I've decided that I have quite a knack for willing the wrong thing to happen at the wrong time. You know what I mean - "I'm really plaesed I've got this chisel, it makes life so much easier" cue the loud crack as it breaks, or "I can't believe I've had these gloves for so long, they really are my favourites" cue glove lost, or "This brolly was an excellent buy it's really sturdy" cue the gust of wind that blows it insideout never to be the same again...