Yesterday while having breakfast I spotted a mouse running across the floor. So last night I set a trap and this morning had the task of throwing the mouse (or another one very like it) into the rubbish bin.
Then this morning I went out to scrape ice off my car. When I reached my car I discovered that I no longer had an intact rear windscreen. Instead it was all over my boot and backseat.
Idris insists I had a meeting with karma. But I think he's a hippy.