September 29, 2007
I’m blessed, and cursed.
Cursed for many reasons, but blessed for the fact that something quite amazing happened today. I had to go to my local shops, so grabbed my jacket etc, jumped on my bike and peddled off into the proverbial sunset toward retail heaven. Well, as heavenly as retail can get in Hoo village.
As I went to chain my bike up, I noticed that my key was missing. Along with my mobile phone. I’d had them with me when I’d left. Panic exploded out of me and I set off, back the way I came in a fit of limbs, stricken screams and a near traffic accident.
It was my original belief that the phone and key had fallen from my pocket whilst navigating the speed bumps in the residential area, but to my surprise, I saw a recognisable black lump in the middle of the road that turns off onto the site. There was my phone. And key.
If that wasn’t shocking enough, it became apparent that a car had driven over my phone.
If I had been in an anime show at the time, my nose would have streamed blood when I discovered that my phone was unharmed, save for a small scratch on the bottom of the handset.
Blessed? I don’t like to attribute occurences like this to higher powers, but you can’t deny that I was lucky…