It was on a Tuesday that it happened. I don’t know why I was surprised; after all, Tuesday is traditionally the day that strange things happen in my family. There was the time that Aunt Carol suddenly sprouted petunias all over her head; and the time a man came to the door with a dragon on a lead saying it had been left to us in someone’s Will. By the time we get to Wednesday, the strange things have usually sorted themselves out (though the dragon still lives with us and is very useful for lighting the fire and scaring away burglars).
This particular thing was even stranger than usual, however. I’d just finished brushing my teeth when I had the most peculiar sensation. It was like a sudden drop in air pressure; you know, when you take off in an aeroplane and your ears pop and for a few moments you can’t hear properly. I swallowed and rubbed my jaw, and the sensation went away. I didn’t think anything more of it, until I called out goodbye and went out of the front door to catch the school bus.
I didn’t get much further than my front gate, however, because of the sight that made my jaw drop in astonishment.