I'sa back from Edinburgh. Went to the Botanic Gardens as planned - you'll see more on that soon. The rest of the week was unplanned, but went along nicely as I was able to help the father out in a couple of small things, help out Mac2 (who is in the state I was 18 months ago, moving home and all that entails), get some reading done, take a couple more small outings... Friday came round real quick.
I stripped the bed and did the laundry - hanging it out in the glorious sunshine. Yes! Summer had been present all week. As I made up a two-sandwich picnic and salad nibbles for myself, I muttered to the father that it would be ironic if the very week I was absent from Dunoon, I had missed its summer... drove off at 10:30am. At midday, drew in to a lovely spot in Port Glasgow to watch the water and enjoy my picnic....which I had managed to leave in Edinburgh.... sigh....
Back in Dunoon, couldn't get parked anywhere near the flat. Had to keep Little Ren one street back. This made unloading a real challenge. It wasn't just my suitcase. There is always the 'tech case' too (with all the bits to do with computing and camera etc). Plus, there were bits 'inherited' - an inevitability when returning from family... a camel leather pouffe which we had acquired in Nigeria all those decades ago; a schefflera (umbrella plant) which had actually been mine even before leaving for Australia and was now being restored, various cuttings for other family members having been taken over the years; a couple of other useful household items.... it took five trips, carrying/pulling one item at a time. One of those trips I managed to shut the front door without taking the keys. I stood on the step outside knowing the instant it was too late. Went to the car anyway and got whatever was next and as I climbed the stair back, resolved to break into my own home.
Three lunges with my dicky shoulder and - bang! - she cracked open. The rim-latch lock wasn't even broken. Clearly there is enough flex in the door for it to slip out of the snib. Not easily. At least, not easily for a meno-arthritic fifty-something with the strength of a drowned rat.
Relief in the moment. Worrying in other regards. Though that is why I use a standard mortise lock as well, when I am more than an hour away from home...but I now have a spare door key attached to the car ring for it is almost certain this will happen again. Meno will out...
Then, as predicted to the father at an earlier point in the day, the weather broke. Been electric lighting inside and greyflag puddle-rods outside... hey ho...
Well now Blogvillagers (and innocent byreaders), are you all ready for the upcoming rodeo??? Only three days to go!!! There will be some clowning around, I understand. Wonder if it will be anything like this?..
I stripped the bed and did the laundry - hanging it out in the glorious sunshine. Yes! Summer had been present all week. As I made up a two-sandwich picnic and salad nibbles for myself, I muttered to the father that it would be ironic if the very week I was absent from Dunoon, I had missed its summer... drove off at 10:30am. At midday, drew in to a lovely spot in Port Glasgow to watch the water and enjoy my picnic....which I had managed to leave in Edinburgh.... sigh....
Back in Dunoon, couldn't get parked anywhere near the flat. Had to keep Little Ren one street back. This made unloading a real challenge. It wasn't just my suitcase. There is always the 'tech case' too (with all the bits to do with computing and camera etc). Plus, there were bits 'inherited' - an inevitability when returning from family... a camel leather pouffe which we had acquired in Nigeria all those decades ago; a schefflera (umbrella plant) which had actually been mine even before leaving for Australia and was now being restored, various cuttings for other family members having been taken over the years; a couple of other useful household items.... it took five trips, carrying/pulling one item at a time. One of those trips I managed to shut the front door without taking the keys. I stood on the step outside knowing the instant it was too late. Went to the car anyway and got whatever was next and as I climbed the stair back, resolved to break into my own home.
Three lunges with my dicky shoulder and - bang! - she cracked open. The rim-latch lock wasn't even broken. Clearly there is enough flex in the door for it to slip out of the snib. Not easily. At least, not easily for a meno-arthritic fifty-something with the strength of a drowned rat.Relief in the moment. Worrying in other regards. Though that is why I use a standard mortise lock as well, when I am more than an hour away from home...but I now have a spare door key attached to the car ring for it is almost certain this will happen again. Meno will out...
Then, as predicted to the father at an earlier point in the day, the weather broke. Been electric lighting inside and greyflag puddle-rods outside... hey ho...
Well now Blogvillagers (and innocent byreaders), are you all ready for the upcoming rodeo??? Only three days to go!!! There will be some clowning around, I understand. Wonder if it will be anything like this?..
Hello, having a picnic lunch with a view of the water sounds nice! I am glad being locked out was not too much of a hassle. Maybe a bruise or two on your shoulder? Have a happy new week ahead!
ReplyDeleteOh, the feeling. Exhausted at the end of a long day at a show I opened the passenger door, threw the cash bag and car keys on the passenger seat, the lunch bag on the floor, stowed the water bottle and coffee cup, pushed myself off the passenger seat, push down the lock, pushed back and slammed the door to. It was several hours before AAA arrived to rescue me. New rule--it the keys were not in my hand they went nowhere but in my pocket.
ReplyDeleteYes, this is the very thing we expect at the rodeo lol! Mom and dad have had to break into our house before too. Now there is a secret hidden key but it does require climbing a fence to get to it (a flaw in the plan).
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Crikey Aunty ...... how's your shoulder?? What were you thinking? You're going to have one mighty sore arm for a while. AND you forgot your picnic? Fair dinkum ..... you're turning into my Mum. She's not safe to be let out.
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Deletesurprisingly the shoulder itself is fine... the next day the back was playing up though...surprise surprise!!!