2015 can seriously take a step back and literally f*ck its own face.
First there was the unexpected sudden need to move house when our landlady decided they wanted to sell the house we were in regardless of whether we were in it or not. We moved into a flat that looked nice at first glance but turns out that it lacks any kind of sound insulation (seriously, Flat 7, what the flying f*ck are you doing up there?), has dodgy plumbing and suffers from a permanent draught in winter due to nice-looking but ultimately stupidly designed windows. One of my pet parakeets died unexpectedly, possibly due to the aforementioned draught (blog linked below). My favourite author finally succumbed to his illness (blog also linked below). My marriage proposal was a