There’s nothing I like more than coming home to a nice toasty warm home after a long day in the winter cold. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but it has been freaking cold recently, so having decent heating in Sydney has become somewhat of a necessity.
Yesterday, I was having a bit of a bad day. I know why, as well. I’d done something rather questionable and the universe was sending out negative energy to teach me a lesson for that misstep. Karma operating at its finest. Anywho, when I didn’t have any money on me and so couldn’t use public transport, I decided it was worth the risk to walk home. It isn’t a long walk, and in summer I’m happy to do it both ways, but with dark storm clouds circling overhead, it was a risk that, in hindsight, I shouldn’t have taken. About five minutes into the twenty minute stroll, the heavens opened and it began to absolutely poor. I’d gone too far for it to be worth my while to turn back, so I soldiered on. Needless to say, I got soaked to the bone.
Upon getting to my apartment, I realised I’d forgotten my key, and was forced to climb a wet and slippery fire escape just to make it home. Skillfully cricking open the window, I slithered into my apartment (slithered sounds as if it was quite graceful, but you can imagine what it actually looked like) and stumbled over to the heater (by that time I could the frostbite creeping into my toes) only to discover it wasn’t working. My gas heating I’d installed when I moved to Sydney was freaking broken. On the day I’d been drenched in a stormy downpour and had had to climb a freaking ladder to get up to my place.
Do you believe bad things come in threes, or am I just cursed?
Three mice, three moons, three dice, three swoons. -Joanne