Shame, I must say I’m quite glad that it wasn’t me who had such a disastrous start to the morning as poor old C this Friday!

Definitely not a shot of Chantelle as she looked yesterday morning! :P

It all started off on the wrong foot when she woke up crying thanks to a bad dream she had involving leaving me for Altus of 7de Laan (don’t ask – anything she sees or hears on TV the night before appears to be creeping into her dreams at the moment, making for some pretty funny conversations in the morning!).

A simple big hug sorted that one out, but unfortunately as we all know, things go wrong in threes and so while I was happily munching away on my muesli, Chantelle waltzed in clutching the broken frame of her spectacles on which she had just sat!

And to top it all off, as I pulled up in the parking lot after my morning commute, I got a phone call informing me that her hair dryer had literally just blown up in her hand, taking all the plugs with it.

Needless to say, I immediately instructed her to drop everything and get back into bed, lest she destroy anything else during the course of the day! ;)