I am working from home this week, for a variety of reasons.
My work, laptop, diary, workbooks and so on are spread over the dining room table, and it is all quite jolly. I get a fair bit done, as all the kids are at school, so I get to put my head down and just get on with it. No distractions. Unlimited supply of hot tea and day old bread. What’s not to love?
Sat down this morning, got started. Made some toast and some tea.
Was just thinking about how I had this great organisation going on my table, and at that point, I hit my tea mug over with my arm.
Hot tea running all over the desk and over everything I had so neatly organised.
My immediate reaction was to stuff the entire piece of toast in the general direction of my mouth, which would free up my hands to grab my laptop and lift it high away from the spillage.
I did all of this in a split second. Comparing my split-second and catlike reflexes to a poised athlete – with a large piece of chocolate toast jammed into their mouth.
What I did not allow for was the rush of hot tea <freshly made> pouring into my lap.
For just a moment I started singing Kings of Leon – Sex On Fire …. I really have no idea what the lyrics of that song mean, but seriously my lady bits were on fire, so it made sense to sign the song.