Everything. According to Murphy’s law “Anything that can go wrong, will go wrong”, and that is exactly what happened last week. Like the entire universe wanted to send me some sort of signal. It all started with a visit to an optician shop with my hubby. He was trying on a new pair of specs (thanks Tom Ford!) and accidentally hit my hand, I dropped my loyal iPhone 3G (that happily survived two intercontinental movings, a home renovation, a gigantic numbers of flights, billion security checks, several falls) and the screen was then cracked. I couldn’t speak to him for a good 1/2 hour. The day after we left home for a business trip. We found ourselves trapped in three (I mean three!) piles-up, we arrived at the meeting two an half hours late. Then, when the moment to go back home arrived, the car broke. At 220 miles away from home. On a National Holiday. So checked into a (design) hotel (at least), trying to enjoy the unforeseen night out. Right that evening I started my period. Oh yeah.
Universe: what the hell are you trying to tell me?
Massive Attack – Teardrop