I have a hunch
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Really – I have a hunch. I won’t be chanting ‘the bells – the bell!’ anytime soon.
The age of the computers has somehow encourage little pillows of fat to nestle between my shoulder blades. I never knew this was even remotely possible.
Now my mother has evidence that I didn’t follow her sage advice.
To date I have (mostly) followed her wishes. I won’t jump off a bridge just because my friend did, although I watched a pal jump out of a plane and I followed shortly after.
I don’t walk under ladders, open umbrellas inside the house or put shoes on the table. When I reach for the ‘seen better days’ knickers I wonder – is this the day the fabled car crash will take place?
After years of bad posture, I’m having to divert money designated for online shopping to physios, podiatrists and chiropractors. Thanks to me they will all be able to go on an expensive holiday this year and tile their bathrooms with Italian marble.
A painful reminder to sit up straight and listen to your mother.