Thursday morning.
Huge bee-like insect in my window.
In an attempt to kill it, I tripped over my own legs - ya, who say long legs are always good?, fell and banged my head against the wardrobe.
It was so dramatic I tell you and I could only get my composure together almost immediately after the fall and continue to kill the insect.
It was dead eventually.
And I could have been too.
Aren't you glad your daughter/sister/wife/friend/cousin/niece/colleague/aunt is still alive?
But she's suffering her instant karma by having an obvious blue black on her knee, internal bruises which you can't see but hurt and likely a bump on her head.
As if my body is not aching enough, he suggested playing badminton later.
Gotta be kidding!
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