So I’m in the kitchen, preparing breakfast. I get out my bowl, get my wheetabix, and put them in the bowl.
I go to the fridge, get out the milk, then I realise I forgot my sugar, so I reach up to the cabinet above my head to get it, leaving my bowl of wheetabix with milk in front of me on the counter.
All of a sudden something tumbles out of the cabinet first onto my head and then it plops into the bowl of wheetabix.
What was that, I holler, feeling around.
Omg! A packet of chicken noodle soup! Its a good thing it wasnt open or I’d have had chicken noodle flavoured cerial!
The joys of blindness!