It’s the little things
Every morning I walk down a particularly steep hill to work. This morning as I was approaching the steepest point, absorbed in thoughts of the day ahead, the usual sound of birdsong and distant traffic was interrupted by a strange clattering noise and a thud from behind me. Frowning, my eyes shifted rapidly from side to side as my brain, still playing catchup, tried to identify the sound. I turned my head, expecting perhaps one of the many school kids who often overtake me to be approaching from the rear. Instead, my gaze was quickly drawn to the road and the sight of my lunchbox lying behind me. The front flap of my bag had dropped open and my lunch had been unleashed. More worryingly, the tin of vegetable soup I had packed for the day was accelerating past me downhill at an impressive rate. My face quickly assumed a mildly frightened look and, eyebrows raised, I struggled to grasp the situation. My lunch was now well ahead of me, hurtling towards the busy road junction at t