The day i died

So, to date Tuesday was the most terrifying day of my entire life.  Does everyone remember the song ‘the day I died’ by just jack?  Well that song happened to me.  On a typical day I will get up late, miss the bus that just pulled away, convince myself I can get to the underground in under 4 minutes, dinosaur run past everyone on the underground (whilst saying sorry to every person that knocks me over and pushes my head into the handles) and eventually show up at either class or work looking like an out of action Paula Radcliff post marathon.  But Tuesday was the strangest day, I naturally woke up at 8am, got the last boost in the vending machine (such a personal victory), made the bus which was sitting waiting, made both trains on the underground including bagging an empty seat and breezed into work casually…

…Now to me a day this pleasant and easy means only one thing – it’s my last day on earth.  So for the rest of the day I found myself holding onto hand rails with both hands, triple checking the roads with the green man and I even stayed up until 12.30am just to make sure I didn’t die in my sleep.  That can't be a good sign, how do you become so prone to accidents and general nightmares of days that an easy day must spell doom? And the worst part of this entire scenario, other than the just jack soundtrack to the day, was the main thought that haunted me: “I am going to die today and I haven’t shaved my legs in weeks”…mared it.     

Dhiann x