Where's Wally?

I mean Lola :-)

Well if ever a day needed ripped out and re-knitted, it's today! 

Had to get up earlier than planned this morning as the Stannah guy was coming to service the lift. Couldn’t get the shower door to close (a story that I won’t bore you with, just know our shower door has been sticking and getting worse) Got back out of the shower and texted D who was downstairs. He came up, I got in the shower, he closed the door. I said what if I can’t get it open again. He said you will.


So 10 mins in the shower getting clean followed by just over an hour stuck in the shower trying to get out! The door was completely stuck! Tried everything but couldn’t get it to budge. The door hinge on the top that joins the two panels looked like it was going to snap off every time I tried to open it. 

I screamed shouted DAVID and banged the wall but knew the chances of him hearing me were pretty slim. There’s a downside to living in a Victorian house with thick stone walls!  By this point my sore arm was in absolute agony, my throat was killing me from all the shouting and my left fist was throbbing from banging the wall.

Eventually D appeared after Blake heard the thumping on the wall and had gone to see if D could hear it. Think he thought he was imagining things. I can laugh now but at the time I was so upset. My arm was so sore, my hip was agony from sitting on my shower stool and I was so angry (fuelled by pain) that D hadn’t come back to check I’d gotten out ok!
 
So, managed to get dressed and downstairs in time for the Stannah guy arriving. D headed off to play golf at Dullatur and was going to be gone all day and evening as golfing gang were having dinner in the clubhouse after golf to watch the first day of the open. I was really tired and sore so just got myself settled in my chair, arm propped up with cushions, when my cleaning lady arrived. I forgot it was Thursday :-/  I lasted ten minutes before deciding to go back upstairs and try to settle myself sitting up in bed with pillows supporting my arm and thinking I might get a wee snooze. And I did. I fact I fell into a lovely pain free sleep. Bliss…
 
And then all hell broke loose! 
 
I was wakened by Lola barking hysterically (if dogs can bark hysterically ) and scratching and launching herself at the bedroom door. I opened it and she nearly knocked me over. I managed to get back to my side of the bed and sit down and she jumped right onto my knee so we were face to face with her front legs round my neck and her head buried into my sore shoulder. I’ve never seen her so scared. Panting like mad and her heart just about beating out her chest!! All I could think about was her sister recently dying from a heart attack as I tried by best to calm her down.

Now the only thing I know that scares her like this is the beep from a smoke alarm when the battery is flat. Texted Louise downstairs who confirmed there was an intermittent beep but she couldn’t work out where it was coming from. Spent ages trying to calm Lola down. She was even trying to dig her way into the mattress! Of course she would just start to calm down when the fecking thing would beep again and put her back to square one!! 

L left and Alan and Blake were out. I knew I couldn’t have Lola in this state till D got home late evening so I messaged him and said he’d need to abandon his golf. Which he did. Our hero :-)
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In the meantime Lola was so distressed (and my arm in absolute agony from the weight of her and having to constantly cuddle and clap her) that I decided we’d be better off outside in the garden! So that’s where we were stuck for an hour and a half till D got back and fixed the bliddy thing! Not before setting the fire alarm off twice, which sent Lola into the stratosphere! 

And in the intervening time the handle on the loo in the wc is broken and we have a crack in the windscreen of our car. 

Oh happy day!

PS I am pleased to report that Lola has now calmed down.  She got a treat of a roast chicken breast with her dinner, and a couple of prawn crackers from our Chinese takeaway.  I was too traumatised and sore to cook!