Is it just me who is accident prone?

How can one person go so wrong; the answer to this has to be me!

I might have hoped that, with more decades than I wish to admit to, I ought to be able to get through one tiny day without upset or blemish. Wrong!

It feels like I have two me's; one who can present a average sort of soul whilst the other gets herself into all sort's of fixes.

Lets take today, I'm having a meal with my brother, recently recovered from a major operation, I become the organiser who returns the tray and dirty plates to the trolley. As we are running late for a hospital appointment at Kettering General Hospital I take the tray from him and swiftly move toward the trolley. I take note of outstretched feet, kids running around and arrive at my due destination. Bingo, nothing can go wrong now can it, yes it can! I realise as I let go of the plastic tray that somehow I've missed the guides on the trolley. Gulp,smash, thud; plates,saucers,knives,forks, ketchup all there in front of my feet. There was no way I could pretend it wasn't met with everyone looking in my direction. A kind assistant appeared; reassuring me that I wasn't the first one to do this. I apologised and headed for the exit with my brother Richard who just smile as he opended the door for me.

You might have thought the remainder of my day my be sweeter. No. Richard had handed me a bag of sixpenny pieces before scarpering for his next appointment. He had exited my car instead of waiting for me to find a big enough space. Why do I find it so difficult to chose a space when there are so many to chose from?

Approaching the money gobbling ticket machine I feel that there is trouble ahead. As I'm about to face a operation on my left thumb(severe arthritis) I am indeed all finger's and thumbs as the dastardly coins slip slowly into the hungry mouth that faces me. I hear a bloke behind me sighing so I apologise to him but he just grunts and rushes to find another machine. Along comes another waiting customer who seems to be much more understanding, which is just as well, out came the same coins but this time scattering around my feet whilst I try to retrieve them. I'm muttering under my breath; many quiet words later spoken to my lovely brother.

Anyway, to make myself feel a little bit better I headed for Marks and Sparks in the town centre; who needs a plaster when a new dress beckons.
Rant over!