In which Randolph almost dies by misadventure with a microwave

It has been said that I am the luckiest person I know, not least because I keep avoiding death by misadventure. At times I feel like Devon Sawa in Final Destination. One evening in November 2017, my lovely husband made dinner as usual, before going off to work at the hospital. It was chicken, andContinue reading In which Randolph almost dies by misadventure with a microwave

In which Randolph doesn’t fit through a window

In my post about living with autism, I mentioned an incident from boarding school: I once took a phone message for a fellow pupil to call his family urgently. His father had died. I didn’t deliver the message. When the hostel was queried that evening, I looked around at everyone else, thinking “who could forgetContinue reading In which Randolph doesn’t fit through a window

In which Randolph is hit by a getaway car a month before 9/11

Two major events took place in 2001, exactly a month apart. On 11 August 2001, my boyfriend at the time and I decided that I should play hooky from work. He was a student and wanted to go ten-pin bowling. We were due to meet with my best friend for lunch at his house afterwards.Continue reading In which Randolph is hit by a getaway car a month before 9/11