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Friday, 01 July 2005 |
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Such a funny morning have I had this morning, though at the time it wasnt at all funny. Luke had dissapeared off down town to get an oven (yay!), I knew he would e gone a long time so I set to with cleaning the place before the Americans arrive. Out the back of our place is a little area of concrete with a drain. It has two entrances to it. One which is the kitchen door, the second is a flight of steps that run up outside the side of the house. It has a huge white gate with huge spears on the top and on it has 3 levels down it. Each level has spears on it. It is to stop any crazy freaks climbing over the top. Anyhue I am cleaning and empty the bucket out on that area. As i do so, the door slambs shut behind me. Shock and Horror!!!!! I am now trapped. To my left is a locked door and to my right is a speared gate. Now previously Martha (lived here before) had the same experience. She sat outside for 3 hours waiting. Not for Houdini shelleigh. First I attempt my secret weapon of the lungs and just shout up for freaky heather. This fails, so next I take my chances with the gate. It is not a comfortable story i tell you. You see I had on my trusty Pink slippers. Usually these would be fine but alas they have no backs and are rather like cling on slippers. So when I get on the gate my slippers keep falling off meaning I am close to piercing my feet. Anyway I make it to the top of the gate. The spears are incredibly high. I manage to swing one leg over but cant reach anywhere on the other side to put it. I realise I am going to have to suspend myself over the spears and lower my body. This is a dangerous procedure for one slip and it's bye bye for me! Anyhue I manage to do it (training from Laura on climbing fences I suppose), and successfully swing my other leg over only to my shock and horror that my slipper flies off and falls down the steep concrete steps. I am now faced with a scary position, dangling from the top of the gate I have one slipper and cant drop down as will land on the spikes. The only option (other than death) is to brace my arm against the wall and slither down. I finally to do it and like all true war heroes have the marks down my arm to prove it. I finally manage to ring the landlady who has a spare set and says if it ever happens again she has a secret pair of keys hidden up in that area. D'OH |
