The notepad

Daily Prompt: Comedy of Errors (And bonus assignment)

Murphy’s Law says, “Anything that can go wrong will go wrong.” Write about a time everything did — fiction encouraged here, too!

Bonus assignment: do you keep a notebook next to your bed? Good. Tomorrow morning, jot down the first thought you have upon waking, whether or not it’s coherent.

It’s 6am in the morning, tomorrow morning  to be precise. I am waking up with the bonus assignment on my mind.

I reach down from the bed for my notepad. Instead I knock over the fresh cup of tea my wife has just kindly placed there for me. All over the notepad.

I can’t write in it now. I can however jot down my ideas in one of the many other notepads I have scattered around the place. I swing my feet over the side of the bed and raise myself vertically but only temporarily so. The now cooling tea has colluded with the floorboards to create a passable version of a skating rink and my temporary ‘up’ is now ‘down’. Fortunately the cup breaks my fall along with a small piece of my head. My yelp has alerted my wife who is very calmly reading whilst sipping her still warm tea.

“Are you alright dear” she asks without as much as skipping a word. I think about answering her in French just to see if she is really listening but I chicken out and mumble “I’m fine” which is a very poor imitation of the truth.

My boxers are soaking wet and my head appears to be bleeding. I get up gingerly, look across to my partner for sympathy, get none and so stumble in the direction of the bathroom. Looking for sympathy was a bad move. It took away my focus momentarily and I walk into the closed bedroom door, stubbing my toe in the process. My instinct is to grab for the injured digit and doing so unbalances me a tad and I step backwards involuntarily.

I then perform what is commonly known in skating parlance as an Axel jump (Tea and floorboard collaboration number 2!) with the added difficulty of a twist. I land it badly and the natural rotation generated by the spin continues to move my body very much against my will. This time I am lucky there is no tea cup to break my fall. The chest of drawers sees to that.

“Fucking WordPress” I mutter.

“Yes dear” says my partner who is utterly enraptured by the latest offering from Paulo Coelho. He would most likely to be able to offer me some profound insight into my situation at this point but I have suffered enough injury already and decide not to pose this question to my entranced other half.

As I can now only see one of everything I am sure it is safe to move. I opt for crawling. Unfortunately the nail I have been promising to hammer down into the floorboard for the last 15 years persuades me that this was not my wisest choice. This time my howls cause a cessation in the reading habits of my mate.

“What on earth are you doing down there ?” she asks.

“Looking for a notepad”

“Is your head bleeding?”

“Yes. Twice. And my knee too”

Paulo Coelho is forgotten momentarily. I am once again the man in her life. She comes to my aid and helps me back into the bed after a little dabbing here and there with a damp tissue.

“Can I get you anything love?” She really is a darling.

“Actually, Yes you can” I answer ” A notepad. I have a great idea for ‘yesterdays’ Blog

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Here also is a small selection of other posts on the same subject.

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4. Camping is not for me | Angel Frouk
5. Home Is Your Territory | Chasing The Bubble
6. Out of Gas | Cheri Speak
7. Daily Prompt: A Boring Post… « TheDeafia
8. A Comedy of Errors | The Road to Published
9. Murphy Lives in My Brain | So I Went Undercover
10. Creative writing prompts #41 – The masquerade | Blog of The Imaginator
11. Comedy of Errors – I’m Afraid Of The Dark
12. Worst day of my life! | Master Of Disaster
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