“Disasters “: our house keeper at home in Cork used to say “always come in threes”. Ergo when she broke a cup in the kitchen she promptly went out into the back yard and broke two jam jars to get rid of the hex.
I should have listened more closely.
This morning while struggling to lift the large box which holds the sugar from the cupboard I managed to dislodge the lid and spill about half of the contents on the cupboard floor. Thirty minutes later- all clean- I decided to refill the box and in my haste poured in flour instead of sugar- thereby losing both as they mixed irreperably.
(At this stage I should of course have broken a jam jar)
Instead I wrote a meticulous list, covering two days of guests and dinners, and went shopping.
Putting the list on the trolley (I actually prefer the French word Chariot, makes me feel more Ben-Hurrish) in the place where other people put babies I reached out and picked my first item from the shelf.
Somehow by the time I got to item two the list had disappeared. I retraced my steps by no- it was gone forever.I then had to aisle crawl for about an hour and thirty minutes to insure that I forgot nothing. Finally through the checkout, as I pulled out the last bag to pack, out falls…. Yes …. The list. Just in time for me to discover that I had forgotten about three essential items.
Well after all it could have been worse.
I could be down three jam jars.