Seriously....
I genuinely almost fell out of the bed and no one wants to start their day suddenly finding themselves having to be agile. I took it for the bad omen it was. I am indeed in for a clumsy day. I can sense it. I made it through getting ready, got downstairs, did not burn toast because I concentrated really hard on the time and then, then, like a fool, I dropped the lid of the orange juice and watched it roll under the freezer. Aahh!
Youngest Biscuit did his best to retrieve it but in the end I had to go outside in the rain, in my slippers (again FOOL!) to rake about in the recycle bin for another lid. (Notice it doesn't even match!) I dropped the butter tub at that point and spilled jam everywhere getting it out of the jar. That was my own fault as the raspberry jam we made looks like Wallace and Gromit jam. Now don't get me wrong, we don't have manic, stressed out mornings in our house. We give ourselves plenty of time and don't have to rush about so I have no excuses. I made a right old drama out of breakfast.
Mr Biscuit has a theory. He doesn't think I am clumsy at all. He suggests I don't give my full attention to the job at hand but am thinking of the next or the one after that.
I have nothing to say about that.
I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.
I'm off for this...
and to write a list of cake ingredients etc for Youngest Biscuit's birthday in less than two weeks. It all kicks off birthday wise the last week of October round our way. I like writing a list though and I figure I can't really be clumsy doing that. May be safer to stay clear of the iron too. Shame! I was really looking forward to that today.....
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