These are in no particular order:
1 Brushing my hair, my brush caught on a tug (I was working the full Gene Simmons look. Not to be confused with the Jean Simons look, which I would LUFF to work), flew out of my hand and straight down the toilet pan.
No, not that gorgeous one........
This one. This is my hair. This is also my make up.
It is clearly not this monochrome look that is fashionable this season, eh?
2 I reversed ever so slowly and gently into the garage door.
3 I opened the side gate on Friday night to drive to my SECOND power hooping class of the week (be impressed, mortals!), the roller wheel that helps our mahoooosive wooden gate open smoothly caught on a stone as I was pushing it back. The top half of the gate sprung back and smacked me squarely on that bit of bone just above my eye. By the time I got to powerhooping, I looked like Quasimodo. By the time I came out, I had the humph and the limp and everything. It is still sore *trembling lower lip*.
4 Optrex is NOT the same thing as Corsodyl.
5 I took a wire coat-hanger out of my wardrobe to hang something up and through some strange combination of gyrations (see: Zumba Dance DVD that my mother bought me whilst I was recovering from gall-bladder surgery) managed to get it caught around the lampshade, necessitating me to stand on the bed, in my jammies (with the curtains open and the lights on). In the process of doing the unhooking, the strap on my jammy top snapped leaving me looking somewhat Amazonian. You could NOT make it up. I should just have thrown my clothes on the floordrobe.
6 I tried to make myself a pancake and accidentally used Strong Flour. To be fair, I had only just discovered point 7. I still ate it.
7 Tartarus is NOT coming home on the 7th of December as I had thought, but the 1st of December. Which is Thursday. This leaves me 2 days to power wash the house, empty the poly-tunnel and greenhouse of Dead Things, make two designs for the stained glass windows, renew the car insurance (still not done) and write 10,000 words for nanowrimo. S'not going to happen is it?
8 Took a bottle of water up to bed with me and put it on my bedside table, moved the duvet somewhat enthusiastically at about half three in the morning and woke up to water EVERYWHERE.
Still think that Mercury Rx is just a figment of an overactive, esoteric imagination?