Wednesday – Toasty
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I call it physical dyslexia (I don’t know the proper term for it). If I’m holding something in each hand, you can be pretty sure whatever’s in my left hand will end up in the place where whatever’s in my right hand should go. Age has nothing to do with it; I’ve been that way as far back as I can remember. ‘Fortunately’, it seems I’m not the only one like this, as I’ve learnt this week. π