I thought yesterday was going to be a normal day, I didn’t know it was going to be one that would shape the rest of my life for ever. I didn’t know that I would face today a new woman with a renewed purpose in life.
Yesterday, I didn’t know that I would almost die.
The evening started well, I arrived home in the early evening dusk, where night has crept in just enough to hide the dust from the day so I don’t become overwhelmed with dismay at returning to a dirty house. Lamps lit the lounge, again casting just enough light to create an comfortable aura and hiding the footprints on the floor and the hand marks on the wall. The children were sleeping and from the kitchen I could smell potatoes baking in their skins and steak frying in the pan.
Walton style I tiptoed into the kitchen and embraced the chef (my husband for those in any doubt) then taking instruction that dinner was almost ready I popped upstairs to freshen up for my meal.
Moments later I sat, feet curled under me on my favourite chair, a tray positioned on my lap with a plate piled high with food delicious enough to throw any self respecting chubby woman off her two day diet. Only one thing was missing, the steak was near perfect but just needed a sprinkle of salt to add to its splendour.
Now I like my steak rare, I was vegetarian for many years and when I turned back to feeding on animals I turned with a vengeance. I love red meat and I like it bloody. He who helped create them knows this and he prepared my meal last night beautifully, it was almost as if he knew it could be my last.
As I rose to fetch the salt to delicately add to my meal I couldn’t resist tearing a piece of succulent rump from my plate and placing it in my mouth. I succumbed to the sin of gluttony and moments later it felt the devil himself was trying to reclaim me for his own.
It was divine, heavenly drops of meat tickled my taste buds and oozed down my throat, till suddenly the oozing stopped, my taste buds jammed and a huge chunk of rare beef lodged in my throat.
I couldn’t breathe, my eyes watered, I panicked, throwing salt everywhere and not evening bothering to sprinkle some over my shoulder I staggered back to he who helped create them clutching my throat whilst my eyes roamed wildly in my head.
“I….. Can’t…. Breathe…” I choked,
This was it, I knew I was off to meet my maker, my life flashed before my eyes, I saw my kids being born, I watched my wedding happen, I saw the first pimple I squeezed and I watched my baby self blow out the candle on my first birthday cake.
He who helped create them rose to his feet making a noise that sounded like a chuckle but I am sure must have been a groan of concern as he saw life as a single parent of three stretch out before him.
“You ok love?” He enquired
“Call…an…ambulance.”. I squeaked, terror rising,
And then he saved me, my knight in faded jeans. He swung his arm back and brought it down heavy on my spine causing the lump of beef flavoured anguish to shoot out of my windpipe, up past my tonsils and out of my mouth.
Wasting no time the rabid hound, who had been watching the nights events silently, launched on the semi chewed instrument of death and removed the evidence, swallowing it whole so it could never attack me again.
Shaken I sat down, wiping the tears from my eyes and thought about what could have been.
Then I finished the steak.
It was a bloody good steak, but not quite worth dying for.