Are you a spiller and a dropper?
February 22, 2013. No comments.
An old friend affectionately labelled me as a spiller and a dropper when I was in my mid- twenties. Over the years various friends have come up with a few kind theories for this. For example:
– She concentrates so hard when she’s playing the harp that the rest of the time it just goes to pot
– Tall people’s limbs grow so fast in puberty that their brains don’t have a chance to catch up so they don’t know where the ends are
– She’s pissed
Mind you, whilst I have dropped plenty of wine glasses and Morrisons mugs, a couple of harps, and many metaphorical balls, I have never dropped the cut crystal whisky glasses my Grandma gave me 15 years ago.
Which is good, because since my recent visit to the eye clinic after a shocking sudden acceleration of this condition I now have a brand new theory –
I CANT BLOOMIN’ SEE PROPERLY!