So far this week, I have

  • done something to my ankle (it's improving nicely, thank you)
  • broken my rucksack zip (but I think it's salvageable until after the trip away)
  • tipped a whole cup of tepid coffee all over me, the part of the desk where the computer keyboard sits (it missed the keyboard by some miracle) and the surrounding carpet. This necessitated an extra load of laundry. Causing the rest of my household a little distress as she believes there is a magic formula to how many loads it is reasonable for one person to do in a week, and apparently, I've exceeded my unknown limit.
  • torn a pocket in an official outfit, which will need repairing.
I have also discovered that when I get to my destination the main musical instrument I've got to play is also poorly sick. Do you think it knew I was on my way back to it?! I was planning on getting some extra practising in, but that idea's had to go by the wayside.