Bitch on the Blog

October 15, 2016

Don’t send chocolate

Filed under: Amusement,Dizzy,Exasperation,Observations — bitchontheblog @ 20:45
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As Lovely Lorna (LL) suggested the other day, I do need a break. Luck. Hope that saying about seven years of … followed by seven years of … is NOT correct. It’s so depressing. Mind you, I have always liked the “seven” times table. Particularly when we got to seven times seven (49).

I do not put any fault at Lady Luck’s door. Not least because I am convinced that if luck weren’t on my side I’d be long dead. Possibly, most likely, not even born. Which, of course, and I only learnt this recently (where have I been all my life?) that there is a particular school of thought which advocates that paradise is to never been born. Maybe. To me life is a bonus. Even when shite at times. At least you are alive.

Where were we? Luck. Yes, so to continue my saga of unfortunate mishaps, today I slipped. Don’t say Lady Luck wasn’t on my side. I could have broken something. I didn’t. I will, no doubt, have a bruise on my lovely right buttock, but am not concussed though did hit the tarmac with the back of my head. Neither, for once, did I break a wrist.

My sister, the youngest, once asked me, rather impatiently, why I kept breaking my arms. THERE MUST BE A REASON, she said. I have no idea what she was implying. Obviously THERE is a reason. Like, in this case, the lovely combo of autumn’s fine drizzle and leaves falling. And yes, I was wearing flat shoes. I slipped. Simple, ain’t it?

Anyway, to compound temporary shock, all my coins scattered all over the place. Thus I found myself ten p (in Dollars probably 15 cents – who knows with Pound Sterling plunging) short. So, limping along as best I could without showing the limp, I asked a couple of guys outside a pub for ten pence short of my  four remaining pounds. Sweethearts, I tell you, it’s hard to believe the relationship some people do have with money. Remember ten pence. Not ten pounds. Not a hundred. Not a thousand. Ten measly peeeeeeeeeeeee.

The moment someone asks you WHAT you need money FOR is the moment you know you won’t get it. He wouldn’t let go. Kept asking me what I needed 10 p for. He even suggested that, no doubt, his continued questioning could be interpreted as “intrusive”. Indeed. I told him to forget it.  May Karma bite his behind. When in need find a taxi driver. Mean they ain’t. Neither do they ask questions. Thus I was able to make the purchase I’d gone out for in the first place.

On my return, naturally, I found my key unable to open the door.

Safely ensconed in my abode once more, living to tell the tale, yours,




  1. Okay, you say on the whole you’ve had good luck. So I will wish you better luck, outstanding luck, etc. You could use things to go better for you, for a while at least! Fingers crossed for you.

    Comment by Cheerful Monk — October 15, 2016 @ 20:55 | Reply

    • Thank you for your good wishes, Jean. However, I don’t understand what you mean by “you could use things to go better for you, for a while at least”. Use what “things”?


      Comment by bitchontheblog — October 15, 2016 @ 20:58 | Reply

    • Like not being robbed, not falling down, not being affected by Brexit, etc.

      Comment by Cheerful Monk — October 15, 2016 @ 22:18 | Reply

  2. Have a break then!

    Comment by John — October 15, 2016 @ 22:24 | Reply

  3. The laws of probabilities would seem to be going through some sort of distortion in a highly localized region around U.

    Comment by Looney — October 16, 2016 @ 04:22 | Reply

    • Distortion, Looney? Not really. Life is pretty random – in my experience. And full of surprises and the unexpected. But you are right in as much as in recent times I have started reassuring people that, on the whole, I am not a walking disaster area.


      Comment by bitchontheblog — October 16, 2016 @ 08:47 | Reply

  4. It’s a good thing you are so resilient

    Comment by Kylie — October 16, 2016 @ 05:35 | Reply

  5. “though he fall, he shall not be cast headlong, for the LORD upholds his hand.” Psalm 37:24

    Comment by rummuser — October 16, 2016 @ 10:41 | Reply

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