Karma

Created: Tuesday, 14 April 2015 09:16 | Written by Glen R Stansfield

Monday night I was supposed to attend the Bahrain Writers' Circle monthly meeting.

Now those of you who have seen a picture of me will know I like my food, and I like to cook my own. While I watched television, a pot of curry slowly bubbled away on the stove.  I became aware of a burning smell. This couldn't possibly be my curry as I had only checked it 5 minutes previously. Oh yes it was.  I leapt to my feet (difficult for some people to accept I can move fast at all, but when food is involved….) and made a dash for the kitchen.

This dash would have achieved the desired result had it not been for the intervention of a coffee table.  You are probably thinking 'but coffee tables are inanimate.' Let me assure you this one wasn't, especially after the little toe on my right foot made contact with the table leg.

For the average person it is not a practical proposition to run on one leg. I know the Para-Olympians achieve remarkable results with all kinds of disabilities, but I am not as dedicated as they are. However, food was involved…..

On one leg, I reached the pan in time to save my curry from resembling an Arizona desert river bed (though subsequent tasting did reveal a slightly carbon element to the overall flavour).

My little toe was another story. Now looking like an overripe tomato, it was vying for attention. Deft application of an ice-pack ensured it didn't become a second big toe on my right foot.  Clearly it would have been unwise to now stuff this poor appendage into a shoe. Bad enough I had to do it this morning, for work.

So, to the members of the Bahrain Writers' Circle, please accept my apologies for not attending; now you know why I was not there.  And Seumas Gallacher, stop laughing NOW. Actually, you can all stop laughing now! 

You know what they say about Karma…or should that be Korma?