Onto something a little lighthearted now - a lot of these threads are a bit doom and gloom so thought I'd liven the place up with some funny anecdotes. Yes they're relevant to dyspraxia as they describe my extreme clumsiness and the accompanying embarrassment, so sure some of you will understand! They're funny now as thankfully I can look back and laugh at myself!!
My first story concerns an aunt of mine whom we used to go visit when I was young. I'd love it as she lived by the sea, but also cringe as she had a very tidy house filled with lots of lovely things. These lovely things were a dyspraxic person's nightmare - paintings, framed photos, collectable plates, rows and rows of spoons, fragile ornaments... Anyhow, after using the downstairs bathroom, I noticed my aunts cat trying to get in at the window, she was mewing and pawing. I leaned over, pulled the old fashioned catch up, unlocked and pushed. Nothing. I hefted my weight behind it and pushed again. CRASH!!! The force had broken the catch and I had inadvertently knocked the vase off the windowsill; the cat flew in through the window, ears back all scared. She managed to knock over an ornament in her haste and chipped that. My Mother, always on edge with a clumsy child in her sisters house, came running in. "whatever did you do?" she asked. "Um, just let the cat in I replied..."
My aunt followed her in with that oh what's she done now air, telling my mother not to worry... As I was trailing away from my scene of destruction I heard my mother offer to pay for the breakage, "I wouldn't mind" my aunt said drily, "but that's not even my cat..."
