Me and my dainty right paw! And the cup tilted slightly. And almost in slow motion a couple of drops of the amber liquid jiggled at the edge, couldn’t steady themselves and took the plunge. Down rolled the largish drops by the side of my beautiful blue porcelain and “splash”
And all this while I could hear the right brain (or was it the left…) instruct the right paw “move to the right and grab that cup, move it out-of-the-way, uff, cover the keys, cover the keys, DO SOMETHING!”
But you know how it is with dumb right paws, they tend to go to sleep the moment they are taken off the hook or if the mind has happened to stray and wander into Twitter.
And the keys, the four arrows, were left slightly wet because the steaming amber fluid had decided to roll off them and seek cover from me under them. And then to add to my woes, they found some circuitous way to paralyze the “z” and the Fn key. Oh, wait the backslash wasn’t working either.
So here I am, still trying to fathom how to go about my daily dose of clickety clack on my keyboard thus rendered defunct. Then the brain wave struck me. And they were two “dirty” words, at least I considered them thus so far, that lodged themselves in my mind as the only option left, “copy” and “paste”.
Yes, and if you are still wondering how I managed to type this “z” – how else “?”