I was all togged up in my wet weather cycling gear this morning and about to step out into the rainy season typhoon when I discovered that my keys were not in any of the usual places I always leave them. Panic. Check again. Panic some more. Check unusual places. Panic. Call flatmate. No answer. Call colleague. Blurt out incomprehensibly the predicament - five lessons to teach, nobody to cover, bike keys and home keys both together, two valuable computers at home blah blah. Panic. Try more unusual places...fridge, washing machine, laundry basket, knickers drawer, shoe cupboard. Get angry. I am an organised person, I don't do this. Turf stuff out of my bag for the umpteenth time. Throw my pencil case on the floor in a strop. Calm down. I let myself into the house last night and didn't subsequently leave so they have to be here somewhere.........finally....in the bin! Of course. Cycle like the wind, arrive flustered and bedraggled just in time for the first lesson.
Coming home strike two. A cyclist came hurtling into me. Crash. No damage but I did yell out from the shock.
Just as I had remembered that bad luck strikes in threes...a car pulled out from a car park to my right causing me to swerve nearly into the road. Cursed.
