I’m starting this blog post having only a few minutes ago tipped yet another pint of water on the sofa and myself. What can I say, being clumsy comes naturally for me. When I was younger one of my uncles would ask if I wanted my drink or whether he should just chuck it on the floor, because that’s where most of them inevitably ended.
What can I say, being clumsy comes naturally for me.
So I got this idea of a sort of “clumsy diaries” where I will basically share with you my clumsy mishaps over here and hopefully… maybe you’ll share yours with me over DM or in the comments so I don’t feel like a complete fanny flap.
So where do I start?
Do I start from as far back as I can remember, or do I start with my fairly recent misfortunes like where I forgot that I was sat with a pint of water and got up to wash up my lunch remains and the entire thing fell on me and the sofa? I still have a soggy bum for those of you who’d like to know.
Lets take it back to a week or two ago…
Because this is the most recent accident I can think of, and I feel like it’s actually pretty impressive! I wouldn’t be able to do it again even if I wanted to!
If you follow me on Instagram (if you’re not, why not?) you would have seen my frustrated story telling of my misfortune. So there I am minding my own business at Guy’s, watching Gossip Girl and playing Sims (the best way to be btw) but I was really slouched on his bed and needed to readjust myself. So what do I do? What any normal person does, obviously! I put my arms out and leaned on the closest things next to me and pushed myself up. Great success! Except it wasn’t. Because good ol’ Abi had leaned on Guy’s side-table-draw-things and tilted them, somehow opening the draws and tipping my mug of tea (that I had partially finished) into Guy’s draws.
I know, and there’s more to come! Stay tuned for more of my clumsy experiences! And please share with me your embarrassing stories so I know I’m not alone!
Make sure to catch up on my previous post “Learning to drive and passing that dreaded test”