Two out of three

They say that bad luck comes in threes.

(1) This morning I stumbled out of bed and cracked the little toe on my left foot against the foot of the bed. Man, that hurts! I may have pulled the nail off … there was certainly a lot of blood. I don’t fancy looking at it just now. I’ll continue to hobble around.

(2) Jane managed to get last minute tickets for the Scotland v Italy rugby match at Murrayfield … for free! I said that I’d give her a lift into Murrayfield where she was meeting our brother-in-law, Paul. My car wouldn’t start. Jane caught the bus. I phoned my garage — could I phone back on Monday and book then, please? I phoned the RAC — they arrived in 30 minutes and told me that my battery was old and crap and dead. I’d need a new one.

(3) … I’m waiting.