I was practicing with my contact ball in the kitchen while cooking dinner. Im currently working on stalling it in my elbow (I suck at balancing things. This should be noted.) the ball rolled down my arm, i tried to catch it, missed, and fell into the glass bowl of the washing machine.
The bowl shattered, completely.
Now some fact about my home, me and my mother DO NOT get along. Not at all. Every conversation we have is a raging argument and iv been saving for a deposit on my own place for a while now, just to get the hell out of here.
Another important fact, my mum works at a school when they had an OFSTED inspection today. (For those who dont know what that is, a group of people from the Government come to assess how well you’re teaching/treating the children etc. They then grade you and publish the scores nationally. Its a really really big deal, get a bad score and you can be closed down.) So she was stressed.
All these factors made for a really terrifying hour. Mum came home, i gave her her dinner and began to explain the accident. I broke down and she was absolutely fuming but not in the “ARGH I HATE YOU! IM GOING TO HITTTTTT YOUUUU!” way but in the quiet “i cant even look at you right now” way, i explained that i can either buy a new door today and itll be here wednesday, or i can buy a new washing machine at the end of the month. She said to talk to my Granddad (who is chief handiman and general fixer-upper) So i did, i explain, he was awesome like he always is and was really confident that we could fix it. I ordered the door for a fraction of the price of a washing machine and it LOOKS like all might be okay.
Iv actually survived this! For a moment there i thought that might be it for me…
[EDIT] And my ball is barely scratched.
And putting on Frank Turner.