I had a strange experience this morning. I’ve often dreamed of being stuck in the house and not being able to go to work … and today it almost happened!
This week has been a very busy one and I’ve been all over the place trying to do lots of things and please lots of people, so I was very tired last nite after a 6am start for a meeting in Edinburgh and then a craft thing in the evening. Thus, I did not think to get my front door key, as pictured, from Jo who had it to get the stuff for the market.
So, this morning, I made it all the way down the stairs to the front door, whereupon I remembered she had the key. No problem, I thought, I have my spare one. I located it and tried the door – nothing. It was too bent to work. Aha, I thought, I shall call Ryan and ask him to come get me – the key is in their house after all. Of course, I could have called him had I known his number and the battery on my new phone had not died…
Ah, but my old phone, it has some battery power left in it … so I opened it up and went to put my SIM card back in it … only to discover it was stuck fast … I should really have given up then and called work, but I perservered and eventually prised it off with a biro. My chance was gone! Ryan came to rescue me and here I am posting on my mini lunch break about the whole fiasco. Bah.
Tomorrow I am going to a spa! For the day! A real novelty for me. Catherine has chosen a relaxing day for her hen celebrations and of course I am delighted to have been asked along – I just hope that she and everyone else can take it when I kick their asses at Singstar afterwards!
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