My life was fine ?til Nick sent me a PM yesterday then started casting aspersions on my lovely dish?
Last night I was sitting on my patio enjoying a glass of wine when a gentle breeze blew the shutters closed. Not normally a problem but the Nick element caused the handle to fall down on the inside thus effectively locking me out of my own home.
No panic as I keep a key hidden on the premises for such circumstances. However, as I walked past I noticed that the kitchen window was open. No point digging-out the key with an open window there so I moved a big plastic drum in front of the window. It is identical to the drum that I got my head stuck in at the bottom of the swimming pool ? in fact it might be the very same drum except it now holds used cooking oil ready for the tip.
Of course, the top of the container collapsed when I was halfway through the window causing me to badly hurt my shin and end up with one foot in the disgusting cooking oil?
