Last night I had a fall in the kitchen . We have a cracked tile close to the microwave. I tripped as I opened the microwave door and landed hard on my backside and hit my head on the fridge.
After DH helped me up I looked for the mince pie but could not find it. He questioned if I really had it but the microwave door was open and the empty foil rapper was there. That was enough evidence that I was not mad.
This morning, when making the tea, he reached down two mugs from our dresser. It had flown up in the air and landed upside down in a mug.
Does anyone else have such crazy stories?
I gave up driving two years ago. I am nearly 85.




