Today I've been on edge waiting for my Kindle to arrive by courier. I kept running to the window all morning checking. Nothing. In the pm I went into the backyard to do a spot of sun basking. But just in case, I took a dress to quickly throw over my shorts and top. I didn't want the courier to catch me on the hop. No-one must see my flabby tummy and big fat thighs. I have some pride.
By 2 30 pm, I decided to sink myself (mainly for the sake of my poor ankles) into a hot (bubble) bath. I plunged down in amongst the suds, breathed out a sigh of contentment and then - there was a loud banging on my front door!
"Just a sec! Hang on! Wait up-!" Where was my dress? My sarong? Anything! Oh dear, and I was bare footed, too, and hobbling.\ Finally, I found a dress, threw it over myself in a wet hurry, and with bubbles still clinging to my arms and legs, and in a suddenly soaking dress I threw open the door. Goodness knows what the courier guy must have thought?
Out of all the minutes in a 24 hour day or maybe, let's say, a 12 hour day (because couriers probably don't deliver at midnight), this courier picked to come to my house the minute I sat back contently in my bubble bath. What are the odds? Probably pretty okay odds when youre' dealing with an improbability queen like myself.
I haven't tried out the Kindle yet. What are the probabilities there, then?