I’d planned to tell you more about the skiing trip… apart from the gigantic turd of a hotel and my whimsical thoughts on the subject of snow and mountains and stuff. This was before life got in the way and I went out with wet hair and got ill (my mum resisted the temptation to say ‘I told you so’). Then, once the illness was on it’s way out I became madly clumsy - even more so than usual. A rundown:
1. Broke the office chair (no idea how).
2. Broke the microwave. On closer inspection it turned out that I’d just blown the fuse in the adaptor… This might be a sign that we should change our plugs to Euro ones.
3. Hit my head on the ceiling while investigating the microwave. Cannot get used to triangular flat.
4. Punched the ceiling while in a rage over the head hitting incident.
5. Tried to get something out of the oven with a bare hand. Not entirely sure why as had an oven mitt on the other hand. Now have a blistered finger.
6. Dropped a tray loaded with plates and pizza crusts. Smashed a plate, got tomato sauce on floor and TV stand.
Tomorrow we’re having a house meeting with all our neighbours. What are the chances I can get through that without spilling something on someone else's carpet?
You can expect the final instalment of the skiing trip sometime in the next week. Then I promise to shut up about the bloody mountains.
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