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I some how continued to function after my terrible night's sleep, but was not entirely myself. I made myself a late breakfast, my porridge was cooking on the hob and my bowl full of seeds and fruit was all ready to go on the kitchen counter. I reached up to the glasses cupboard to get a glass for my berocca, but in my zombie state I accidentally nudged another glass which fell on to the surface below shattering into a billion pieces. It was on the counter and it was on the floor and I was bare foot. It had fallen some way from my bowl but the pieces had flown up to ten feet away on the floor and little shards were around the bowl. But I was 90% certain that the glass had largely skidded across the counter and couldn't have made the leap into the bowl. And I was too hungry and tired to start again, so not only did I continue to walk across the carpet of sparking glass fragments, I also decided to chance it and use the possibly contaminated bowl, in spite of the 10% risk of eating broken glass.
Looking back at that decision from the safety of the next day and with a bit more sleep, I am not convinced that it was the right one. I mean yeah, sure, there probably wasn't any glass in my food. But if you went to a restaurant that had a sign saying that on the door then you'd almost certainly not eat there. And for the sake of the loss of a few blueberries and pumpkin seeds was it really worth losing my alimentary canal and having to shit in a bag for the rest of my life.
Yesterday Rich decided it was worth it. Just as he usually decides it's worth risking eating some out of date yoghurt (or other food stuff). So far history has proven his blasé attitude to be almost always correct. But he's been lucky so far. Broken glass only has to be lucky once.
So I don't think I ate powdered glass, though I did have to pick a couple of fragments out of my foot. I am amazed more parents aren't killed through the accidents they have and poor decisions they make when they are exhausted. I did manage to clear up (or eat) all the glass eventually though was amazed at just how completely that once solid object had disintegrated.
I often wonder if the object that will be responsible for my demise is sitting somewhere in the world waiting for me to chance across it and trip on it or have it fall on me or catch in my throat and choke me. I will probably be undone by a thing or a person in some way, but I would never have suspected that glass was waiting to get me. It bided its time. But I think I survived it.
We've added some new rewards, great and small to the AIOTM Kickstarter, including a superfan access all areas visit to a recording day and an hour long version of the roulette wheel sound effect (will it include anything else- you'll have to listen to the whole CD to find out).
I met up with producer Ben today to discuss what we might be able to do in the now slightly unlikely event that we succeed in raising the money. And I think we have some exciting ideas. But we need your support to make it
