H hasn't been feeling well for the last few days - he often finds that damp, humid rainy weather gives him breathing problems and worries that his heart problem may be at the bottom of it. Last evening he had a slight scare but the spray he uses worked effectively and this morning he's been a bit better. Mid morning I was reading this post by Wend at Ticking Stripes in my office room on the top floor, when he came puffing up the stairs to say he was going to our rather eccentric local shop for the bread (shop sales great bread and cakes, occasional local fruits, local free-range eggs and a range of other expensive/ eclectic goodies like Italian biscuits, Persephone books on cookery, ribbon from VV Rouleau, but don't expect to buy butter for your bread or run up there if you're out of milk. Oh, and it only opens Weds, Fri and Sat - but you can get a cup of coffee and a croissant!)
After he'd spent 10 minutes or so telling me why the Latin graffitti Wend photographed was incorrect in both English and Latin versions (better ingnore that, I usually do), he wandered off downstairs and I heard a door close.
M's phone rang so I couldn't hear anything else but her conversation for about 15 minutes and I assumed H was still chatting in the shop. When M finished I heard what I thought was someone was knocking at the front door. I went down two flights of stairs to the hall - no-one at door? I went outside in case someone was walking away - not a soul in sight. I can back in and started back upstairs - the knocking started and I thought it was coming from the basement and then I could hear H's voice calling. Fearing the worst I rushed to the door to the basement - H is clumsy on stairs and has more than once tripped down the last step and banged his head . Then I saw it - the screw that holds the locking mechanism to the downstairs loo was on the hall floor outside and H was locked in!
Once he'd been released and we'd fallen about the place laughing, a thought suddenly occured to me: 'Why didn't you shout? I asked.
'I didn't want you to run down two flights of stairs and possibly trip and break your neck because you thought I was having a heart attack ' he said.
Now why didn't I think of that?
6 comments:
Now that's what I call consideration!
Hope he's feeling better.
Ah, yes. Same thing used to happen with our bathroom upstairs and its not quite so funny for the person locked inside - sometimes you could shout for ages til rescue came!
What a lovely blog (I read loads of your posts, always a good sign!) and I can't believe you've been to Addelstrop, just as I've been reading the poem and mulling over whether to put it on my blog! Drop by some time, the kettle's always on, you'd be very welcome.
If I had been the one locked in, I think I would have been in a blind panic! Good job you could laugh at it!
He knew I would hear and come down fairly soon, so he wasn't too bothered. We've now agreed that we won't lock the door if we know we're alone in the house but for M, just in case!
Now, a young person would have had his mobile phone handy...
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