Wrath, and comedy timing, of the gods

As if Zack wasn't good enough at getting himself into bother, I've just added to his woes myself by catching his poor little finger whilst hammering a spike into the lawn with a 2x4.

Yes I've just hit my toddler with a 2x4 and I realise how bad that sounds. And probably is. Unfortunately, I lost track of his whereabouts in the garden for a second, only for him to appear right by my shoulder, arms outstretched, presumably trying to help.

I can't begin to express the feelings of guilt and horror I experienced as I realised what had happened. Fortunately I did only just catch him and his finger is not broken (or missing).

Now we're both over the shock, I'm taking a strange small comfort in the fact the gods, ever vengeful, have already started my punishment.



It took me ages looking for the lawn spike I knew was somewhere in the garage. Or maybe the kitchen. No, definitely the garage. Seriously, they need to pull their collective fingers out and develop 'Google Garage Search'.

It then took me ages more to hammer the thing in to the lawn with the piece of wood I employed in the absence of a mallet. Clearly this wasn't helped by the pause in activity to: comfort screaming child, check finger was still there, check finger still worked, put calm and quiet child to bed for a nap ("It will feel better when you wake up").

Ten minutes later I've managed to put the new rotary laundry line together and have worked out how to out the thing up. Another ten minutes then for untangling the line. Another ten minutes spent searching for the clothes pegs (come on Google!). Another fifteen spent hanging the washing.

It took all of thirty seconds for the clouds to gather, the rain to start falling and the wind to reach levels that had me expecting I would end the day somewhere in The Land of Oz.

Under these conditions, it only took me about five minutes to get the washing back off the line and into the basket. As I folded the airer up and clicked the arms back in to place, it took no more than a second for the clouds to part, the rain stop and the wind die back down.

Without doubt, I have today incurred the wrath of the gods. But it's OK, I deserved it. And you can't argue with good comedy timing.

Anyway, the sun is back out so I'm going to got outside and have another go at hanging out the washing. I expect this time I'll get struck by lightning.