You ever have those days where you think it is a never ending disaster from the start?
Those times in life when things happen consecutively. Well today is one of those days. For those who say age is but a number must not have reached an age where their lives are more precarious, a hindrance of the age of their body. For this is how the day has gone.
The Grandparent’s call early in the morning, Grandad has had a fall out of bed. Banged an ear. Blood gushing everywhere my Gran tries to help. But alas passes out.
So across to their house my aunt goes and ferries my Grandad to hospital to fix his ear. A few hours later my mum gets a call. My Gran thinks her hip has broken. So over she trots to sit and wait, an ambulance is on its way.
Now from the saying things happen in three’s… Is it just for calamities?
So now I am waiting for the third disaster to strike… but hopefully this is not always right.
Please post times where Three’s have occurred for you or if you are like me and dreading the last one…