Admittedly I wasn't fully awake and not paying my full attention to my shave.
Well it all started well, picked up my razor of choice for today (dovo special), gave it a strop (20 linen, 50 leather), whipped up a perfect lather. And that's when it all started to go to pot.
As soon as the blade touched my skin I remembered it needed a touch up, being too tired and lazy to strop another razor I pursued with the special. The first pass seemed to go okay, though not as smoothly as usual. Second pass xtg, the razor pulled, got a few nicks, fair bit irritation and decided not to do a third pass as I'd like to keep my face.
And then what I've been fearing the 2 years happened... I dropped my beloved razor. Fortunately it only fell a few inches onto the sink and the scales were closed so no damage was done. Though my heart was in my mouth, couldn't quite believe what I'd just done.
That was my fearful start to the day. Thought I'd share it.