*a prayer for the wild at heart, kept in cages

I never thought I’d say this, but I am a public nuisance. Or specifically, a public nuisance-klutz.

You know when it’s raining really heavily, you’re the only one at home(who’s awake) & you realize 10 minutes too late that clothes are still hanging out?

It is undoubtedly one of my least favourite activities in the world. Rightfully so, because I am terrible at taking in clothes, soaked & heavy in the howling wind. No walk in the park. I might even fear it a little. Blame the intimidating grey skies, plus that I can be a terrible klutz.

I dropped it.

I dropped the darn bamboo pole.

I don’t know which part made my heart pop into my mouth, almost falling out of the window, or seeing the bamboo pole drum the concrete pavement with a satisfying thud.

Thankfully it hit no one. As if picking up the laundry in the rain was not punishment enough, the pole snapped & I had to get rid of it before some smirking cleaners.

Blimey.

How was your afternoon?