Further to my last...

[desperance]

...a pan full of hot crispy bacon (yes, my lunch, thanks) all over the floor, because I dropped it there. Greasy happy cats.

And an entire drainerful of washing-up on the floor, with humungous noise from all parties. Something somewhere definitely hates me. (Not the cats: they has had bacon; they are hopeful of ham. Maybe I'll drop that too, if they keep getting under my feet...?)

Short-sighted people are proverbially clumsy, but I don't usually leave a trail of wreckage in my wake this way. I do not like it, Gunga Din.

Comments

[mevennen.livejournal.com]

Oh no! How dismal! I dropped some bacon on the floor as well: it's obviously some vile meme sweeping the country in the wake of the novovirus.

More sympathies on the way.

[wldhrsjen3.livejournal.com]

Oh noes! I do hope you feel better, and I hope the wicked little goblins inspiring such havoc go find somewhere else to play!

Good luck with your entertaining and housework and such - I hope you can find a chance to actually *enjoy* it! :)

[wishwords.livejournal.com]

Wow, bad day. Have a sit down, maybe? Sorry I can't be more helpful.

[kythiaranos.livejournal.com]

*sympathies*

I dropped my breakfast this morning. Perhaps it's a plot?

[desperance.livejournal.com]

I think it is. That's you, me and : once is happenstance, twice is coincidence, third time it's enemy action...