Today I trod on my cats tail as he innocently ate his breakfast and then my Facebook timeline reminded me of events on this day 4 years ago:

A few weeks ago I was mortified when I met Marks sister Kerry Barnard only to discover tissue hanging from my nose looking like a bogey. Imagine how I felt today when I met his other sister and promptly reversed into her friends car on leaving. Why am I such a bloody klutz?!

Nice to know nothing changes with age!


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