Days Like This

by Karen J Mossman

My sister had just had a baby. It was 1999, and we had one of those new mobile landlines that didn’t have an aerial on it. So I rang her, and we talked for a while. Later, I went shopping and came away with lots of things I hadn’t intended to buy. One was a pair of earrings. I usually wear dangly one, but this time I bought some stud ones for a change.  I tried them on and was about to visit my mum and the earring I was wearing matched my necklace so decided not to wear the studs this time. Now bear with me. This is relevant.

As I drove to my mum’s house with my daughter, she asked me why I asked wearing a poppy.  She was with me when we both bought one for £2 each. I glanced down and saw a green stalk and a pin. Don’t you just hate it when that happens?

When I reached Mum’s house, she said, “Do you know you have lost an earring?” I looked in the mirror and sighed. I’d only put one of them back in.

Later I went into my handbag for my phone instead there was the house phone. I sighed again.

 

It’s not the first time I had days like this.  On another occasion, I was getting dressed in the morning and put on a big cardigan and went downstairs. I was thinking about how it was heavier than normal and when I got to the bottom realised a velcro strapped shoe had attached itself to the bottom.

Later, about to take the dog for a walk I stood in the hallway, and leaned down to clip on her lead.

Standing back up, I stepped back and my foot caught the bottom of the stairs. I lost my balance and in the split second it took to fall, I thought, I can’t save myself and hit the floor like a sack of spuds.
For a moment I lay there wondering if anything hurt or had snapped. My two new knees felt intact, my shoulder, where I landed felt ok, too. My coccyx was a little jarred, but thankfully no damage.
After a moment, I moved carefully around, so I was sitting on my bottom. My little Yorkie started trembling and kept nudging me before climbing on my lap. I got to my feet after assuring her I was ok, and we went out with me feeling very lucky.
The final incident of the day was when dusk was settling. I was on my way to the front door, which has a frosted glass window, to go and put rubbish in the bin at the side of the house. I could see the reflection of my shadow approaching. It suddenly struck, I’ve never had a shadow there before. I opened and screamed as the shadow loomed up at me. My son looked at me as if I was stupid. “I do live here, you know?”

I was looking through an old diary and came across this from 2006.

“Last night I was the last one up and crept up the stairs to the bathroom in darkness. I finished cleaning my teeth and as I turned away something hit me in the back.

I squealed and spun round, only to realise my dressing gown belt had caught on the door of the cupboard. As I turned away, it had opened and smacked me on the behind.

I felt so silly.

Do these sorts of things happen to you? It can’t be just me, surely?

Published by Kazzmoss

Karen loves fiction, reading and especially writing short stories and novels. She is also an avid blogger and book reviewer. Living on the beautiful Isle Anglesey, off the North Wales coast, Karen draws inspiration from the world around her.

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