One morning a few months ago (who am I kidding I can tell you right down to the fucking MINUTE how long ago it was) while I was getting Boo ready for school and having my ritual panic attack…
It goes: get up, shower, get Boo dressed, panic attack, make lunches… it is all very civilised and orderly really.
… I felt something different. Like a sense of foreboding.
Like something was going to happen but I just couldn’t quite put my finger on it but I was not going to like it.
And I wrote this.
And then that evening my world imploded. The Big Bad Thing ushered in a new era of hell for the MB2 household.
The next day Boo broke his arm. Just to add to the excitement.
Two weeks ago I had the same feeling.
I woke up with a feeling of something… I went to work and came home and then cleaned the house from top to bottom.
I called every one I cared about to see if they were OK.
And those I couldn’t speak to, I fretted about.
I just couldn’t shake that ominous feeling of something bad.
And that stupid arsed motherfucker of a stomach ache.
You can see where I am going with this.
Yeah, it was ME.
I like TOTALLY foresaw my own appendectomy with a side of exploding ovaries and a dipping sauce of pus filled bloody abdomen.
So I am pretty sure that makes me psychic.
Or a mythical creature of some sort.
P.S. I woke with that feeling this morning. There was a massive huntsman spider on my front door. I am hoping that is it because OMG FUCKING HUGE SPIDER!1!!!1!