my name is mwd

I have to be one of the most clumsy people I know. I’m always so accident prone. It’s right up there at the top of my “list of things I hate about myself” along with, well, I’ll leave it up to you lot to ponder that list rather than giving too much away.

Anyway, last night I searched high and low for my mobile phone, and finally found it in my trousers pocket. The only slight catch being I had to open the door on the washing machine to retrieve the rather damp said trousers. Arse. It’s all still rather wet, and I’ll try it once it’s dry, but looking at the SIM card it looks pretty damaged (no picture, as the only camera I have is for my phone…) so I’m not holding out my hopes. It’s insured thankfully, but all the paperwork for that is in Glasgow still, so it’ll have to wait until such time as I can fetch it (probably a couple of weeks). So, if you’d thought about phoneing me on my mobile, don’t expect an answer. At least I know I’m not alone (scroll down to the pictures) in doing this.