So...on Friday I ran out of petrol after buying a take-away supper to share with Middlest. There we are sitting in the car as the parking lot empties, wondering whose turn it is to be rung for help this time (no brainer really though, what are husbands for?), and Youngest phones Middlest to walk down and meet us and bring three forks!!! We sat in the car and ate and partied!
On Sunday I broke my glasses, dropped them and stood on them whilst looking for them! That's what comes of being half blind...I guess the amazing thing is that it has taken 40something years for that particular accident to happen! The Hub stuck them together with silage tape so I could drive and get to school.
And Tuesday (this morning) I left the car headlights on, so that by 3 o'c the battery was totally flat...
........which leaves just what for my next trick?....
2 comments:
I don't believe that bad things happen in threes, that's just as far as our brain wants to count them. Then it thinks, that's enough, and starts counting again. I think these things start to happen when we're getting too tired, and trying to do too much. Now that I'm retired I deliberately take life easy and those things don't seem to happen as often. I'd love to have seen you with your glasses all taped up though. My trickiest thing was dropping the second contact lens on a regular basis and then trying to look for it with one lens in.
Happy days eh :-) x x x
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