that friday feeling

I always presumed that it referred to a level of elation towards the forthcoming period of rest. Not today. It definitely has more of a feeling of foreboding.

It all began this morning when I went to take a shower. The intention was good, but somehow I managed to pull down the entire shower curtain and pole. And I wasn't even in it at the time.

The afternoon was shaping up to be a lot better and after roger and gill left to go pick up their son from the airport (he's visiting for the weekend) I decided to be hospitable and get lunch out for the girls in the office. The intention was good, but something went wrong after opening a drawer in the fridge. Again, I have no idea how I did it or what happened since my senses all seemed to respond in the wrong order; I felt a hard thud on my ankle, looked down to investigate the source of the pain, heard a loud crash of smashing glass, saw an upturned large empty tub, and lots of splintered glass floating around creating islands in an ocean of yorkshire pudding batter. (half of which was all over me.) Did I mention that the son is only here for the weekend, and, I'm presuming, the puddings were being made to acknowledge that fact.

I just called to give them a heads up, and as per usual, were very forgiving and didn't even seem phased by it.

As for my part, I think it would be safer for all people and animals (did I mention that I let the part-time dog escape upstairs to pee on the floor...?) in the vicinity if I stayed in my room for the rest of the day.

Or at least I would if it wasn't for the minefield of potential accidents I could cause between here and there.