Redefining Stupid: Of all the many stupid things I had done in my life, the following story hovers above gripping a stick between my teeth, leaning on the edge of a low wall then slipping; and drying a wet patch on my trousers by ironing the wet area while wearing the garment. The difference in this case is that I was in my thirties when the events below took place, while the above two self-harming events happened when I was less than 10 years old.
I Woke up at 05:00 on a Friday, self-drove for 2 hours to Gatwick Airport, took the 09:00 flight to Washington Dulles Airport, landed at 13:00, got driven for an hour to the office, attended a meeting until 18:00, got driven back to Dulles Airport, caught the 22:00 flight back to Gatwick, landed at 09:30 on Saturday morning, self-drove home for two hours and crashed out until Monday morning! On the drive home, I actually momentarily fell asleep at the wheel a number of times. How I survived that drive home must have truly been a divine intervention.
The shameful thing is in my table of “Stupid Doings”, this story is not even number 1.
