It's nothing to do with me. I'm sure it's not. Things just keep breaking in my hands this week.
First it was the door in Zac's that came apart. That wasn't too bad as I was amongst people who knew me. Today I was in Marks & Spencers.
I wanted to try on a necklace for the wedding so I took it off its cardboard and undid the clasp. A sound like heavy rain echoed throughout the shop as the beads tumbled, one by one, onto the floor.
I quickly put down the ... well, clasp and bit of wire that was left in my hand, kicked a few beads under the display and feigned innocence.
I didn't want that one anyway.
On a plus note, Husband now has a new suit, shirt and tie so we're both ready for the wedding.