I suppose it had to happen once...
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mstakenidentityI spent most of yesterday unconscious and in bed, when I wasn’t unconscious I was buoyed up by pillows, entertained by Youtube and surrounded by snotty tissues, queen of all I surveyed.
The most entertaining moment, albeit not the least stressful moment, was when I had selected an old AbFab episode to watch and settled down, glanced at my left hand and saw… just that, my left hand and and only my left hand, no sheen of gold, no sparkly diamond, just an expanse of pink skin.
“SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!” screamed the easily panicked side of my brain as I tossed pillows and sheets with gay abandon, “How long has it been missing? Where is it? What if it’s been gone for ages and I’ve not noticed? Seamus will kill me and I will cry a LOT and he won’t want to be with me anymore because I didn’t take care of it and everything is going to CRASH AND BURN!” “Calm the fuck down” soothed the slightly more reasonable side of my brain, “you’ve not left the house in 24 hours, you were definitely wearing it last night, on the infinitesimally small chance you have lost it Seamus will NOT hate you, he just may be understandably upset. Finally to quote the great Homer Simpson ‘It can’t go far, it has no arms’”
Within two minutes I had located the missing item at the bottom of my handbag, I’d scrabbled around in it in the vain hope of finding a Strepsil about an hour earlier, it must have slipped off then. I was so relieved I had a nap to celebrate.
I really hope that incident is never repeated, it was quite enough excitement for one engagement!
The most entertaining moment, albeit not the least stressful moment, was when I had selected an old AbFab episode to watch and settled down, glanced at my left hand and saw… just that, my left hand and and only my left hand, no sheen of gold, no sparkly diamond, just an expanse of pink skin.
“SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!” screamed the easily panicked side of my brain as I tossed pillows and sheets with gay abandon, “How long has it been missing? Where is it? What if it’s been gone for ages and I’ve not noticed? Seamus will kill me and I will cry a LOT and he won’t want to be with me anymore because I didn’t take care of it and everything is going to CRASH AND BURN!” “Calm the fuck down” soothed the slightly more reasonable side of my brain, “you’ve not left the house in 24 hours, you were definitely wearing it last night, on the infinitesimally small chance you have lost it Seamus will NOT hate you, he just may be understandably upset. Finally to quote the great Homer Simpson ‘It can’t go far, it has no arms’”
Within two minutes I had located the missing item at the bottom of my handbag, I’d scrabbled around in it in the vain hope of finding a Strepsil about an hour earlier, it must have slipped off then. I was so relieved I had a nap to celebrate.
I really hope that incident is never repeated, it was quite enough excitement for one engagement!
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Date: 2009-09-17 02:08 am (UTC)