you're not alone.

The second casualty of the move happened this morning. Or at least the second casualty I'm aware
of happened this morning. One of the wine glasses we have from the pier, miraculously lept off of
our kitchen table, whilst other items were being packed. This was of course accompanied by the
incredulous "I honestly didn't touch it. It, just, fell?".

Poltergeist?

We once shared the flat with a girl - back in our impoverished student days - who swore, that she
had too much electricity running though her body. "How do you mean", I asked. "Well, whenever I
buy a watch they just stop working". At that point I showed her how to wind it.

In other words there's always a rational explaination. Being superhumanly clumsy would be one example.