"Day Trip to St. Andrews"The main objective was to get this ice cream.
The trip almost didn't happen, because of what happened the night before. Even though that story is completely unrelated to this picture, it bears telling. On Saturday night Matt and I got trapped in my bedroom. As much fun as that might sound, it was actually pretty frightening. Somehow, someway, the doorhandle broke, when the door was shut. We could turn it, but it came loose, the turning it didn't activate the mechanism that releases the latch. It wasn't a question of the door being locked, we simply couldn't open it from the closed (unlocked) position. What's more, my bedroom windows don't open all the way, they only tilt open, about 5 inches. Thankfully, my phone was in the room with me, but nothing else - my purse, car keys, and, most importantly, tools. While Matt tried everything from picking the door apart piece by piece to breaking it down, I called the police. They were completely unhelpful and unsympathetic. At first they tried to get someone from the city council to come by, but then they told me they had "more pressing" emergencies to deal with. They told me to call information, get the number for a locksmith, and call him. Of course, it was around 1am on Saturday/Sunday. I called about 10 locksmiths, none of them answered. Just as I was about to give up hope, Matt - the hero of the day and my hero forever - managed to get the door open. Although it doesn't really sound that scary in the re-telling, it was pretty frightening to experience, at least for me. For about two hours, I had no idea how we would get out. Even smashing the window wouldn't help, because then we would simply be out in the cold. He has my spare key, so there was no way to get back in to the apartment. At one point, I totally lost it and freaked out, but my man stayed cool as a cucumber, calmed me down, and told me that everything would be ok. As if I didn't know this already, this experience simply reaffirmed that I have got myself an amazing and wonderful man :)
The way that this story relates to the picture is that because we were up so late trying to break free, I was worried that we wouldn't be able to make the 2-hour drive the next day. We were both exhausted, but decided to go anyway. It was the perfect thing to do. The weather was gorgeous, the scenery beautiful, and we both had a lovely day, thus making up for the previous evening!
And I am sure that there is a typo, but Paul, I am not going to proofread this, so, you'll just have to deal with it ;-)
I only saw three. I'm still breathing. :)
ReplyDeleteI saw none - the story took precedence. Loved hearing a story from across the pond, even if a scary one - I miss our ebook-mails, but these PADs are somehow better, simply because they are more consistent.
ReplyDeleteThat goes for you too, Blouin.
Ah, Paul, always focused on the details at the expense of the bigger picture...glad you survived those horrible typos!!! :-P
ReplyDeleteLori, I agree - much more immediate. If there's a story to tell, I can tell it pretty much the next day! :) Plus, one story at a time is easier to read! :)