This week I:
- Fell up the escalator at Bond Street tube;
- Burnt my fingers picking up a baking tray without oven gloves (okay, we can chalk this up to stupidity rather than the Universe);
- Sat next to a REALLY smelly tramp on the Jubilee line—you try holding your breath for seven stops;
- Ate the label on my apple;
- Got hit in the face by a fellow Central Line passenger;
- Realised there is a slug living in my wardrobe (new tracks over my shoes every morning).
That is not good. Time to get drunk! I also had a slug disaster recently: I was wearing my shoes without socks (as usual) on a hangover after a night wearing them outside... Got through about half a day thinking there's something a bit weird with my feet, but not really being arsed to check them out. Eventually I did so to find half a slug smashed all over said foot. Rank as hell. I nearly cried.
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