If you’ve been reading my blog for a while (or know me even just a tiny bit) you’ll know I’m a bit of a mess at times when it comes to organising myself and being an adult.
There have been many times when I’ve done something stupid and, most likely, had to ring my dad for help, or find myself in an embarrassing predicament. Purely because I throw myself into things with both feet without looking – optimistic I like to say. Stupid is probably more accurate.
Recently it was forgetting to do my car tax… I only found this out after parking my car in Brighton (with the right parking permit and everything) and then enjoying a lovely weekend there, only to return to my car to find it clamped. Had I gotten there maybe an hour earlier I could have called the de-clampers but as it was a Saturday, when they close early, I was too late. By the way, this was two days before Christmas. Obviously.
It cost me £100 (and my car tax…). Kyle and I then had to walk to the train station (carrying EVERYTHING that I needed to take with me from my car), to then get a coach (a replacement service of course) where we didn’t have a seat and had to sit in the footwell, to then get a train, to then get picked up. As I was working Christmas Eve, my very patient father and granddad drove to Brighton to retrieve the car (after it had been unclamped). *Sighs*
But I have to say, I’m not the oddity in the family. I’m not this clueless black sheep. Ohhh no. I come from a very special pure breed of idiots it must be said. We’re nice idiots, but we are idiots nonetheless.
From the time my dad made mushroom soup… He cooked the mushrooms in hot stock, put the mixture in the blender, found the lid to not fit completely but nahhh let’s just hold it on with a teatowel, it’ll be fiiiine. Only to then have BOILING mushroom soup spray all over his arm. I mean, it was kind of funny for my mum and I watching my dad leap around the kitchen – doing the mushroom dance, if you will.
I’d like to say these things are out of the ordinary. But they’re not. My dad and me often laugh at how we haven’t been wiped out yet in some Darwin-esque manner. Driving to the O2 to see Stereophonics, only half-way there realising I didn’t have the tickets. They were at my uni in Cardiff. Or in fact, my parents driving me to Cardiff Uni only for us to have to turn around to retrieve my forgotten laptop. Oh it’s all very joyous being a member of our family. Me frequently getting onto wrong trains…
Most recently, yesterday in fact, while I was at work I got a phone call from dad to say he was heading to A&E with my mum. It turns out my mum had thrown my dad’s phone (over a £1,000 worth of iPhone by the way) up the stairs at my dad, only for her to catch her arm on a picture frame hanging on the wall and for it to break and impale her wrist with a shard of glass that not only cut her skin but also her TENDON.
Jesus. She’s OK now, but it was quite painful, as you can imagine. She needs plastic surgery on her arm now to sort it out. The jury is out, apparently, as to who’s fault this was… I shan’t get involved.
But basically, I am like I am because of the way I was grown. A little idiot seedling now fully flourishing into a full-grown, though not quite adult, idiot. But we’re happy idiots. We live optimistically, usually without contingencies. We fall often but we always get back up, ready to do it all again. I wouldn’t have it any other way!
Are you like your parents?
When was your last accident?
Oh my goodness your poor mum! A similar thing happened to my dad – he was getting a glass out of the cupboard and it shattered, severing the tendon in his thumb, and it was the day before they were meant to be going to New Zealand because he was umpiring at a tennis tournament- he had to have an operation and then physio and they had to delay their flight by a few days (luckily he could still do the tournament). So stressful!
Rail replacement buses are the worst- there is never enough space compared to a train.
Oh goodness – hope your mum is ok! Glad your dad was able to help you out with rescuing your car. We had a less dramatic faux pas the other day when we totally forgot that parking is only free here on Fridays, so after eating brunch at a restaurant we came back to a parking ticket for more than what we had just spent on our avocado toast and coffees, argh!!
Ouch! Wishing your Mum s speedy recovery.
I tend to take after Dad in my inability to think things through before embarking. So far, I have managed to keep my fingers intact (he had a mishap woth a mowing machine) and my vertebrae uncracked (he fell at the canal). Nor have I dropped LK on her head, or let her fall off a lilo before she could swim. I have managed to chip a metatarsal at Glastonbury, fall over a bicycle rack, put my back out in a shower in Prague, miss a plane, get on several wrong trains (and fail to get off at the correct stop when on the correct train), destroy a china shop’s worth of crockery piecemeal and perpetually ding the car. I may never have a no claims bonus.
It’s a wonder we get let out in public at all.
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