It been one of those days where everything went from bad, to worst, and yet I am still here to tell the tale. Most people are aware of the terminology, ‘things happen in 3′s’ well not so this day.
It all started when I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom for my daily grooming. That was fine, and mission was accomplished. After having my regular bowl of Scotch Porridge Oats I was ready to face the world. So, my day begins!
I decided to use my iPhone camera more as sometimes things that are not used go redundant, and it just as well I did. If I didn’t, you would not believe me how bad this day was about to get. Remember what Jack Bauer says in the first episode of season 1, 24 – ‘my name is Jack Bauer and this is the longest day of my life’. Here is my version My name is @*%^ %|¥€\$|¥~ (do you really think I was going to reveal who I really am?) and this day I feel like Jack Bauer!
I left for work and thought what a lovely day, I think I will walk to work. Off I go with a Starbucks in hand (Home brewed of course) when I heard hooves behind me, and snorting! What can this be I wondered? As I turned round I was met with this

A bull charging down the street, if I was not quick I would have been impaled on those horns of his. Fortunately, I escaped and the bull was safely impounded in the feild where it belongs.
Arriving at the train station I purchaed my ticket and decided as it is a lovely day why not have a seat by the window. Making myself comfortable I set about reading the Herald newspaper (better thean the Daily Record, sorry Fabish, but it is and that’s that!) when the driver announced we were about to crash! Oh my gosh!!! I looked out the window and he was not kidding -

The bridge had collapse and we were on plummeting in a canyon like a dart! So I folded the broadsheet and prepared for impact. We were so lucky there was a river below which would absorb some of the impact. Some jumped before impact and some stayed in the carriages and were safe. Again I found myself reaching for the camera and this person passed by

Given the fact the Herald is a huge newspaper I smashed the glass and recused the damsel in distress. She was so grateful she asked if I would like to go for a ballon ride across America. How could I refuse such an offer. What an opportunity to get take some fantastic pictures of aerial views. However, it did not go to plan as we started losing altitude due to a small puncture on the ballon itself. We found ourselves decending like a bullet, into the middle of nowhere and here’s the proof!

What a disaster! Luckily I brought a parachute and was able to escape unscaved. Finding myself out in the middle of nowhere I activated my iPhone compass and got my bearings. I started off heading
north, albeit a little bedraggled, and worse for wear. When I was set upon by a pack of wolves. I was left no option than to run for my life to try and avoid being eaten. Running through the wilderness is no easy feat. Now, I can totally empathise with the Gazelle’s when they are chased by lions, cheetah’s, and Leopard’s but there was no way I was allowing myself to be eaten regardless how bad things may seem.

I live to fight another day! I beded down for the night cold, hungry, and all alone. I could hear the wolves howling and it sent a chill through my blood. But I was not to be beaten. I will survive (Gloria Gaynour) was all I could sing and think about. I wondered if anyone would miss me, or even thought about me.
Waking up the following morning, I set my course and found an old rope bridge. Being a little apprehensive I took great care in attempting to cross. Low and behold just my luck, the thing gave way

I eventually clambered out of the forrest and found that they had been looking for me. Who were looking for me I hear you ask? None other than the RAF, who advised they had scrambled a rescue service and were here to take me home and how glad I was.
Sometimes disaster seems inevitable, but how we choose to deal with it will determine if we come through the otherside.