I escaped death not once but twice last weekend! The first time was on Saturday evening when a car sped towards me out of nowhere at a busy junction in Islington and I had no choice but to peg it to the other side of the road.
On Sunday afternoon I was drying my hair with Helena's old hairdryer and it sparked. I dropped it to the floor having luckily only incurred a slight charring to the palm of my hand. Now a few days after the event it doesn't look at all impressive.
Upon investigation of the offending object we discovered that the wires were frayed- had my hand been over them or my reaction slower then I think I may have had an electric shock!
I feel chipper about it all though. Since finding out on Friday that there was a possibility I may lose my day job soon I'm deriving joy from just being around and enjoying little pleasures.
