The time just before Christmas is the best described as “chaotic” and any unexpected mishaps during this certain time of the year make one’s stomach more acidic than usual.

Firstly, my Philippe Starck loo broke down. It was Hubbie’s favourite seat in our walk-in shower room which is now disabled until our plumber finds a spare time in January.
The water has stopped filling the tank but it trickles down the bowl incessantly. So I have employed a chopstick as a wedge. A sad sight, indeed…

Then, my left eye started to go wrong.
In the lower eyelid, I felt very uncomfortable – prickly, light sensitive, stingy, teary and sticky. The symptom has been going on for a good few days, and with no sign of improvement, it starts to worry me. Do I have to suffer like this during the holiday? I have so many DVDs to go through! What am I gonna do???
Fortunately, London’s best known eye hospital, Moorfields Eye Hospital, was a few minutes walk from my flat and I decided to pay a visit to their A&E.
After being examined by two specialist nurses and waiting for three hours, a doctor diagnosed my left eyelid’s infection and handed me a care instruction and a copy of prescription. Phew! I was worried if they were to say ‘Stop crying wolf and go home!’…

Then, another mishap ensued.
Hubbie claimed that he seemed to have misplaced his iPhone somewhere, either his office or home, since last evening and it was still missing. ‘Oh sh*t! What am I gonna do?!’ His gaze was suspended in mid-air, jogging his memory.
We practically emptied his bag upside down and shook it more than three times, searched all pockets on his jackets, crawled around the floor of our car and peeled every pile of papers on his desk at home. Disappointingly, the search bore no fruit, so we drove to his office and resumed our search there. The result was just the same. We found no phone. So we came home feeling dejected. Hubbie said he was going to give one final sweeping inside the car before reporting about his missing phone to his network provider. I wished him the best of luck as he walked out of the door but he returned promptly, saying that he forgot a car key. Then, I heard him stopped dead on the spot, ‘I found it! I found the phone!!’ The phone was on his desk chair all the time, being hidden under the cushion. It must have slid out of his jeans pocket when he plonked himself down the night before. Oh dear…

Mr.B did not participate in our search party, by the way…

He said he was just a lap dog, not a sniffer dog nor a retriever.
Do you think it’s a good idea that you give a cold shoulder to a Santa’s help before Christmas Eve?…

Kaori by Kaori Okumura