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Day Of Doom?

I awoke with a feeling that nothing was as it should be. Looking out of the window I saw that the day was overcast with a promise of rain, Lots of rain, I made a bad mistake I turned over and dropped off to sleep again. I awoke it was ten minutes past twelve I felt awful looking out of the window I saw that it was raining quite heavy. The temptation to crawl back into bed nearly overcame me but I somehow resisted and went down to the kitchen after having washed and shaved. I should have known better than to use the old cutthroat razor yes you have guesses right I badly cut myself.

In the kitchen the old fire range had gone out it took me some time to find enough dry paper and kindling wood to get the range going again. The wood left a splinter in my right hand this day was really as bad as it promised to be as I went to get up as the alarm clock told me that it was seven in the morning. I had to cut the splinter of wood out of my hand. Wrapping a piece of clean cloth around the wound I went to the Welsh Dresser to get the plates for my dinner. The cloth around my wound did not help and I dropped two plates from the dinner service given to me by my Aunt one Christmas long, long ago. Taking the broom from its cupboard I swept up the pieces of crockery and threw the contents of the dustpan into the dustbin in the back yard. In my hurry to get rid of the crockery pieces I forgot to put on a pair of shoes and as I stepped out of the back door to empty the dustbin. I trod with both feet in a deep puddle. For no reason I cursed the day, the rain, the puddle and the world in general. This was indeed a day of doom. With my wet feet and slippers I went back into the kitchen. I should have stayed by my cooking the lamb chops were black and gave off a peculiar smell, as did the whiffs of smoke that seemed to hover over the frying pan. I took a tin of corned beef and a tine of mixed vegetables. Opening the tins I was careless and cut my fingers badly. Another clean cloth wrapped around the other hand did nothing to aid my feeling of uselessness. I did manage to warm the tin of vegetables and cut a slice or two from the corned beef. This was my somewhat poor lunch not the lamb chops that I had burned. After my make do lunch I went to the sink to wash my face but how? Both hands wrapped in clean rags how could I wash my face? I managed to turn on the water tap and held my face or better my head under the running water. At this point a word of warning do not try to wash your face under a running tap the water got up my nose and down my throat. How I did not choke to death I do not know. After the choking and coughing attack I felt rather weak and made my way to the old sofa. The sofa is part of the kitchen furniture and often is put to good use when I have my afternoon naps.

Even the sofa had turned against me for as I lay myself down a large bang and the sofa was in a very poor condition. No one else will be able to lay his or her poor bones down on this sofa again. I will have to dig deep in my pocket to replace the old sofa with a new one. In a loud voice I cursed the whole world and everything in it. The knocking on my front door interrupted my bout of cursing; I went to the front door and opened it with my bandaged fingers. The Vicar was standing on my doorstep he held a large black umbrella in his hand. He greeted and went off into his usual, I have not seen you in the Church lately my son. His son indeed why he was at least twenty years younger than myself and what is more what was he doping disturbing this horrible day with his presence just when I was beginning to let rip about all and sundry. Poking my two roughly bandaged hands at him I said “Bad day today Vicar come back when the sun is shining. Good day. Feeling a little better I turned my back on the vicar kicked the front door shut in his face and went back to my kitchen. Strangely enough I somehow felt a lot better than I had since I got out of my bed. This is my tale of Dooms Day you possibly have your own day of doom to write about I would love to know that it is not just me that has these days. Bern