Stupid things I have done this week

After getting home from the communion around 0030, I was a little bit tiddly but mostly aware of what I was doing, but have no other real explanation as to why I decided to store my handbag in the top of my wardrobe among my clothes.

I did remember that I had done this the following day and so retrieved my bag to get my phone and make plans for the rest of the day. Just as it was time to leave I checked my bag and noticed that my purse was missing. Cue frantic searching of bag, room, house, car, room, bag, house.. phone calls to those present at the communion were made, and off Loco and I headed to check the restaurant and surrounding streets. We also visited two local police stations but with no joy. I had no choice but to start cancelling my cards.. and continue with the days plans which included helping a friend move house.

On our arrival home Loco sat down on the bed, lifted up some item of clothing that had been carelessly thrown there in the mad frantic search for the purse and let out a gasp. There was my purse.

Obviously my first reaction was to accuse him of having hidden it the whole time.. but this was not the case and it must've been caught up in some item of clothing from the top bit of the wardrobe where I had stored my bag..

This was not the only stupid thing I would do this week..

Loco's mother damaged her muscle while out on her daily walk and so was using one of those heat relieiving muscle rubs which comes in a red and white tube, just like toothpaste...

Yes you've guessed it, when I go to brush my teeth, I see the familiar red and white tube on the side, squeeze the white paste on my toothbrush and start brushing away. But hang on a minute, this isn't the familiar minty freshness I normal associate with toothpaste. I check the tube and realise my mistake. I start spitting the remaining paste out but I had already given it a could bruch around my mouth so it wasn't as easy as it sounds, coupled with a burning sensation all around my mouth where I had rubbed it in my panic to get it out of my mouth.

I spent the next few days sporting some very sore, split lips from where the cream had burnt them.

To top off my week I managed to fall over at work. One second I was wiggling along, the next I am flat on my knees sliding along the parquet like some bizarre knee sliding person...

Oh fool am I.