My husband has just accused me of having a left handed moment. It’s true that it’s not just the obvious difficulties like writing cheques, using scissors, putting belts on upside down etc. Being left handed represents a whole lifetime of awkwardness. Social kissing - I always go for the wrong side and crash noses. I have a tendency to drink the wrong glass of wine at the dinner table, or eat the other person’s bread roll. I always insert bank cards into machines the wrong way round and often have difficulty with locks.
It wasn’t until I was well into my adult life that I discovered that it wasn’t
like this for everyone. I hadn’t
realised that everything in the world is designed for right handed people.
Paul has long realised that my mind is wired slightly different to his. If I’m not having a blonde moment then I must
be having a left handed moment. I’m in good company though, kangeroos are left