Rings and Watches

Gut feelings this and emotions that, blah blah blah.... More like a leopard can’t change his spots – the fear that consumed my body when I was walking through Paddington station last week when I realised that I had lost my wedding ring and watch was stomach churning. I stopped and turned around to start retracing my steps in the vain hope of finding these two prized possessions (the stomach churning was not just because I was petrified of Sandie’s upcoming reaction). So imagine my relief when I looked down at my arms to see that I had got my Mondays mixed up with my Tuesdays – my watch was on my left hand and my ring was on my right hand for some inexplicable reason. I swapped them both back to their regular positions and normality resumed (although I was slightly frustrated that I had lost 2.3 minutes in my journey from the office to London City Airport).